Nicholas Ray’s remarkable film represents the purest of existentialist primers.
Okay, so Angelina Jolie was born to play Lara Croft.
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.