The characters are strong, they have great chemistry, and there are genuine moments of tenderness and sadness mixed in with the vulgar humor and monster fighting.
Restored to its original psychedelic glory, this mad masterwork from Osamu Tezuka's studio goes from chic porn to feminist parable and everything in between.
There are few films that can cause disgust and revulsion simply from their basic concept alone and truly none that can stand at the level of The Human Centipede: First Sequence in terms of sheer gut-reaction to the plot itself.
Suicide Squad is all empty posturing and posing, asking for plaudits about how edgy this cut-and-dry PG-13 movie must be with its mall Goth aesthetic and irreverent sense of good and evil.
The symphony of sadness that has characterized this season continues in the finale, turning up the dire consequences of every decision made into a crescendo of loss, missed connections and despair.
