Uhhhhh… I’m still kinda speechless on this one. It didn’t hit me quite as hard as Raw, but it still hasn’t left my mind for more than a minute or so since I saw it early last week. That first half-hour especially was really something special… and bizarre, and disturbing, and so many other feelings you normally don’t want to feel, which all felt so right in the context of this film.
Clint’s still solid. His performance is good enough and his directing is economical without abandoning the heart of the film. The film has a sweetness that works really well, and his supporting cast isn’t as abysmal as they were in Gran Torino (which is otherwise the far superior film). It’s nowhere near essential viewing, but - as you’ll see momentarily - there’s a lot worse out there that you could waste your time on.
"No one understands the lonely perfection of my dreams."
Michael Fassbender should get a nomination for this. He won't, but he should. He's so fucking good.
Outside a handful of problems (mostly some minor pacing issues in the second act, but also some minor horror movie clichés here or there), I loved every second of this film. Fassbender's just a wicked delight, the production design is amazing, and Ridley Scott manages to build up a great deal of tension and dread throughout the film's fairly basic, familiar story arc.