Compellingly and surprisingly, the film doesn’t propose an entirely celebratory view of our accountability-seeking present.
The apolitical nature of Incendies is strangely more irksome than the film’s tempestuous and highly controversial final twist.
Polytechniques hemorrhaging atmosphere of dread and oncoming violence creates a space of inescapable soul-sick horror.
Denis Villeneuve’s blistering artistry humanizes all facets of the postmodern battle of the sexes.
Mostly the film’s high drama, like its dexterous handling of narrative, seems like so much empty sensation.