Irony, sarcasm, or tactful and disciplined minimalism? Those are the cinematic realms through which this director just cannot, ever, pass.
I wasn’t the only person to see the connection to Porky’s.
This comedy is best revisited as an unintended rumination on the queasy moral crises of Reaganomics-era America.
Chief among the film’s beauties is the simplicity of the setting itself.
Burton puts more of a premium on sound and image to suggest character depths than the more prosaic Christopher Nolan does.
Though many have focused on The Final Frontier’s failings, the truth is that it has many virtues as well.
In the summer of 1989, vampirism became instead a symbol of contemporary urban angst.
Dusting off cornpone genre titles from the ‘80s, there’s always a tacit hope that yesterday’s shit will be today’s shinola.
This one begins like a pleasantly hazy post-pubescent fever dream.
The film endears itself to audiences by the utter idiosyncrasy of its execution.