Vincenzo Natali’s film divests itself of stakes in the name of total meaninglessness.
The episode satirically equates exposition to sales as necessary binding agents of contemporary life.
NBC’s Hannibal ran for three seasons, but its concept called for at least twice as many.
Hannibal’s wildly variant, ambitious, possibly final season is sent off in style with a surprisingly thorough home-video package.
Irony is a popular pose struck throughout these shorts.
Vincenzo Natali emphasizes technically impressive shots in the service of predictable, boring expository beats.
Save for some minor instances of edge enhancement, it’s a practically flawless presentation.
This might have been a better movie if it had gone deeper, but it’s still pretty entertaining.
If anything, the film is the ne plus ultra of aggro-female body horror.
Jeremy Northam’s character may be lucky enough to find himself, but Cypher itself never finds its soul.
It proves that there’s no better guide out of a complex maze than an autistic man-child with incredible mathematical skills.
Natali’s cult favorite is boxed in by its own intriguing central premise.