Despite some remarkable musical pastiches and riveting set pieces, this postmodern wank-job doesn’t have much of a heart.
Not surprisingly, the film’s most effective scene is also its least pretentious.
The film is a ravishing evocation of a unconsummated romantic relationship put through an emotional and cultural ringer.
To think that there are people in America will take the film’s rank sentimentality as an act of humanitarianism.
Get this: in Memento, Christopher Nolan tells his story backward!
The Whip and the Body is at once frightening and hysterical, a gothic rendition of a D.H. Lawrence tale.
Its brilliance emanates equally from its structure, the acuteness of its gaze, and Edward Yang’s acknowledgement of life as a series of alternately humdrum and catastrophic occurrences.
This is Kenneth Lonergan’s trip down a familiar road where lives will forever be emotionally and inextricably bound.