too bad Bane died like a pussy
Entertaining genre. Cumberbatch is intense, but if this is a throwback to Khan, then it needs a better sense of pacing, a little more of the slow simmer of its inspiration.
satanspenissatanspenissatanspenis plz make it stop.
If the film had found a way to fuse its character drama with the beatdown of the last half, it might have been worthwhile. A little more snark or fun would've done wonders, too.
Jennifer Lawrence's performance was quite convincing, and given the mediocrity of the book, this film soars, cuts through the flack and becomes something beautiful. One of my favorite films I've seen all year.
Okay, so it feels painfully indie. I still thought the performances were excellent, the soundtrack well-thought and the script was genuine and funny. I'll definitely be watching this one again.
This film just makes me happy.
Damn, this movie is long.
Although the narrative comes off as disjointed at a few points, the film is as cool and charming as its title character. While it does a good job of invoking white trailer trash, the film's real selling point is McConaughy, and the film's shocking climax will likely echo in viewers' memories long after its conclusion.
I forgot cinema could make me feel this way. Wow. What a beautiful, nourishing film.
Meta, zany, at times mind-numbingly philosophical. This film is utterly unwatchable, yet I want all my friends to see it. The 105 minutes I spent unpacking this film are 105 minutes I would happily revisit.
Perfectly captures the downward spiral of its disturbed protagonist. An excellent--if unsettling--tale I'm definitely going to revisit.
This isn't so much a superhero film as much as it is a portrait of anarchy--a bit on the nose given Occupy Wall Street. Hathaway's Catwoman is on, and Hardy's Bane is pitch-perfect. I couldn't picture a better finish to Nolan's trilogy, or a better send-off for the masked avenger. Well-worth the time you'll spend watching it, even if it is (perhaps) unnecessarily grim and traumatic.
When French absurdism crosses sci-fi, brilliance can be born. Not the case with this film, sadly, which is besotted with poor acting, awkward editing, an almost slapstick direction and whatever Milla Jovovich is wearing at any given moment. The world Besson conjures is, at times, utterly inspired, but whatever sheen his ideas might've had is obscured by the murky script and the paint-by-numbers plot.
For what this is--glorious, unabashed pulp--I was entertained.
I feel completely asinine for "not getting" a film many critics have raved about--but I was bored out of my skull for the entirety of this piece. Despite some great acting from most every member of the cast, an inspired color palate, and what others have called an intricate plot, I couldn't summon the energy to care for the characters, their history, or whatever the hell was going on in this film.
Fassbender's character David is proof that Ridley still has more to say about his Alien worlds, and about science fiction in general. The film is worth watching, if only for David.
No other film, I think, has stayed so true to the spirit of Carroll's original fever-dream. Equal parts disturbing, inspired, unnerving and fascinating, this is the closest thing to a waking dream that I have watched--yet Svankmajer's direction keeps us aware of our place as outsiders, interlopers, in his dream, much as Alice was in Carroll's original story. I cannot recommend this film highly enough.