
The Impossible (review)
It’s a disaster movie, but not as we know it…

It’s a disaster movie, but not as we know it…

If only this were a wholly fictional story, I could get behind it 100 percent, instead of the 95 percent I can give.

Gangster Squad! In color! This is blustery postwar mythologizing about the violent birth of the modern metropolis, all pulpy-bright even when it’s night…
At every turn, and via a simple narrative that is so effortless it barely feels constructed at all, nothing here is quite what it seems, and everything is even more than what it is.
A taste of what you’re in for: Completely random “humorous” ethnic stereotyping. Crotch injury as comedic. The questioning of the masculinity of a man who is kind and gentle. Children’s toilet habits held up for ridicule.

Like a midseason episode of a basic-cable detective show you’ve never heard of.

Achingly lovely, so full of bittersweet melancholy and yet so fixedly hopeful…
Fanciful and visually lavish, yet very grounded in human reality.

Public perception and police misconduct take well-deserved raps here, as do larger issues of American injustice…

Quentin Tarantino spins a dark fantasia of the pre-Civil War South that is hilarious, ferocious, shocking, and wise, sometimes all at once.