The film’s satisfyingly tactile action set pieces serve to hammer home just how perilous the space race really was.
Queen of Earth convincingly furthers Alex Ross Perry’s continuing championing of DVD as the more evocative alternative to Blu-ray’s crisp digital polish.
Every beautiful, resonant image in Alex Ross Perry’s new film is fraught with neurotic, diaphanous riddles.
It typifies Fincher’s style while pushing him in new creative directions, and the minimally loaded BD wisely leaves the film open for spirited debate.
There’s a comic streak to the film that suggests David Fincher may understand the material as trash, but it’s the kind of affectation that only reinforces, rather than dulls, its insults.
Is an exploration of sex addiction, in all its different manifestations, the new flavor of the week in contemporary American cinema?