The film evinces neither the visceral pleasures of noir nor the precision to uncover deeper thematic resonances.
The series fails to uphold, subvert, or otherwise comment on the stylistic vision or thematic coherence of its source material.
It’s an awards-grab that isn’t even distinguished by its base artlessness and indifference to craft.
Yes, North Face is half a great movie. The mountain steals the show.
The filmmakers do best when the climbers’ fight for survival isn’t overwhelmed by the ominous time and place.
It’s only at first glance that the film seems like nothing more than a deliquescent rewrite of The Postman Always Rings Twice.
Watching Speed Racer is comparable to dousing one’s eyeballs in a sugary hyper-digitized Skittles soup.
Can you imagine a less useful treatise in the mist of our current War on Terror?
Now it makes sense why Fox didn’t screen The Order a few months back for critics: The film doesn’t make a lick of sense!
Because widescreen and full screen versions of the film have been packed into the same DVD, don’t be surprised by the compression artifacts.