Vengeance in the Argentine. What’s not to love.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Vengeance in the Argentine. What’s not to love.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
An astonishingly brutal movie. The way Kiss Me Deadly see-saws between women libidinously throwing themselves at Hammer and shocking violence gives the sense that this operates in a dream world, palling around with the id. Even for noir this shit is dark — our private eye hero essentially makes his living sex trafficking his assistant in order to get material he can blackmail his clients with. An explosive epilogue to the most captivating movement in America’s cinematic history and one of the GOATs.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Alfonso Cuaron seemed so worried about crafting the perfect, slow-moving tracking shot, he forgot about things like story and character. What a fucking snooze.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
The first two acts of this movie were fun. The photography is stunning, Linus Sandgren rules (plus who doesn’t like an aspect ratio gimmick?). The last act of this movie takes a hard turn into silly camp that I’m sure many people will like but was a turn off for me. It’s an unfortunate tonal shift for the worse. Aspires to the great heights of Talented Mr Ripley and Cruel Intentions and falls quite short I’m afraid. Lacking the wit, danger and charisma of its obvious influences.