1915 (review)
The pacing is slow to the point of tediousness…
The pacing is slow to the point of tediousness…
The surface is still a lot of goofy crap, but the subtext is a sneaky and unexpected stroll through the dilemmas of modern feminism.
It’s still all heaving bosoms and handsome men in uniform and Darcy smoldering and smirking his way through insufferable country balls and Elizabeth being efforlessly witty and clever…
Surprise! This is as fresh, as clever, as lively, as huggable, as satisfying as animated movies get.
Smart, subtle, provocative, thoroughly absorbing…
None of it is really science fiction, but it will appeal to fans of the genre, as well as those of mysteries, thrillers… hell, to anyone who loves enthralling TV.
Oh, those rickety biplanes, all canvas and wood and held together by spit and a prayer, come taxiing out of the early morning fog and there’s the sad tin whistle music and the eager young men jumping to get up in the air and get themselves killed, and I’m a basket case from the get-go, all tears and sobby and having just the best time I can have at the movies: I. Am. Moved.
Words cannot do justice to the series’ wild humor and expansive exuberance…
Frantic and frequently fierce under its laid-back facade, this is some quality funny business.
Now, there’s taking geeky stuff seriously, and then there’s being so damn earnest that someone deserves a smack.