One of the greatest films. There are moments of directorial vision here which are genuinely astounding in their level of creativity and precision; moments which would only be gags in clumsier hands are turned into moments of genuine emotional resonance, and YET RETAIN THEIR HUMOUR. A feat in every way. How the fuck?

The montage-ified two-dimensional choreography and gesture which is the heart of all cinema is refined here to a level so relentless that it plateaus and becomes constant light.

OR: I was glad when it kicked ass. But I was even gladder when it kicked heart.

needed to itch my balls the entire time but couldn’t in case people thought I was    “Getting it On”. and that’s why we shouldn’t have sex in movies

proof that any movie is made better by a character firmly adopting sunglasses at their lowest point.