Singular vision. And yet, despite that, it felt so in tune with Greenaway and others from that ilk. Blending staging, colour and clear artistic/aesthetic influences. 

What I’m saying is that you’d watch it late night in about 1989, as a young ‘un not understanding it but knowing that it was somehow good and the interesting.

Oh, and Phil Glass is a boss.

Despite the final action scene being flat as a pancake there’s loads to love about a film shot on one of the finest city locations available with car chases, Connery and a ridiculous fight with a thumb.

Hyams double dips as DoP and director and makes the most of the Frisco fog.

Fine, but an extra half for the puppets. Good puppets lads.

An awfully long film to convey the “perhaps we should listen to experts” message.