The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things (review)
As a horror film, this has a sucker-punch power more potent that what most movies specifically designed as “horror” can muster.
As a horror film, this has a sucker-punch power more potent that what most movies specifically designed as “horror” can muster.
Has style to spare. Which is a big problem.
Feels like jury duty.

I still can’t get my head around how profoundly awed and moved and overwhelmed and terrorized and rejuvenated I am by this movie.
Farrell: awesome. The movie as a whole: not so much.
Please kill me.
A deep-down disturbing and surprisingly poignant riff on abandonment, inhuman isolation, and creepy desolation.
It’s got an edgy, itchy, slightly out-of-skew vibe that perfectly captures the sensation of being off-balance that all New Yorkers have been stumbling through life with since 9/11.
Harrison Ford should take some lessons from Bruce Wills: this is how you do “action” after, um, a certain age…
Can we puh-leeze keep young filmmakers away from ‘The Matrix’?