Face/Off, 1997 – ★★★★
Operatic gunfights, wild performances, and pure ’90s excess—an unapologetic blast that turns action into high art chaos.
Operatic gunfights, wild performances, and pure ’90s excess—an unapologetic blast that turns action into high art chaos.
A fresh historical backdrop gives this shark tale some bite. It doesn’t reinvent the genre, but the setting alone makes it worth a look.
Exactly the kind of ridiculous creature feature the title promises—goofy, bloody, and proudly dumb in all the right ways.
I’d much rather have a music biopic focus on one specific time in an artist’s career. This one nailed it with a very thoughtful take on depression at a real crossroads in Springsteen’s life.
One of those tough to watch horror movies out of time: too much 70’s slog, not enough 80’s fun.
Mean, empty, and painfully misguided—shock without purpose from a filmmaker capable of far better. Whatever the excuse, the result is pure misery.
I’ve always known this one is out there. Now I have watched it. And that’s the end of that.
Not for the faint of heart, but the outrageous gore and crude humor eventually win you over. Dumb, mean-spirited fun that knows exactly how far to push it.
Looked great but not a single new thing here we haven’t seen dozens of times before.
I liked it a lot but it really seemed to be missing any of the Edgar Wright flair we all love.