Jake Cole’s review published on Letterboxd:
Impossible to rate this as I find it a near-masterpiece as a work of spectacle, from its propulsiveness to its expressionism to the perfection of its setpieces. Even, in an abstract sense, its oscillations between horror and slapstick work shockingly well. But my god does it remain one of the most racist and sexist works of a decade where nearly all mass-market films exhibited consciously or unconsciously the reactionary values of the era. I can rewatch it almost as often as the other two films that surround it, but never without copious wincing.