
Hannibal: the thrill is the terror, and the terror is the thrill
Perverse. Completely perverse. And completely seductive. Do I love it, or is it evil? Is it a wrong thing if it’s both?

Perverse. Completely perverse. And completely seductive. Do I love it, or is it evil? Is it a wrong thing if it’s both?

I presume that this is the precise spot where the builders of that cinderblock monstrosity in the background took their tea break.

If only the (male) director had resisted treating the female coprotagonist as a decorative object, this movie could have remained in the green.

Even dumb SF action needs a certain grounding in plausible reality. But nothing here makes a damn bit of sense.

A teenaged girl gets to be smart and strong, lost and confused, heroic and vulnerable as she chases what she wants out of life. Hooray.

Charming and funny, a wonderfully sweet and silly mashup of spy stuff and high-school comedies, like if John Hughes made a James Bond movie.

At Heathfield in Croydon.

Women make only brief appearances, most frequently as anonymous sexual playthings for men, rewards for their success and fame.

The seething rage radiating from the screen elevates this above similar movies. But that rage is truncated in ways that are hard to ignore.

…of Croydon.