not exactly scary, but an evocative argument for or against the logic and aesthetics of the hair shirt, depending on how you're wired, and on how ardently you believe not in God but in the demonic...a cautionary social tale masquerading as religious...the best performer in the film is the woefully underused sex worker who is placidly fed up with this Maud woman's weird shit...as long as nobody uses that God/demon voice around me, everything will remain cool...
this is, in many important ways, not even a movie
here went a man too smart and too stupid to be believed...Murphy and Downey are very good in this movie, this much the whole world knows by now, but underreported is the stone cold fact that Matt Damon proves his movie star status here: he's the guy who shows up, looking like himself, speaking clearly, dispensing information that makes the whole mess make sense...the first half is a trailer, scored like a perfume ad, for a film even longer than…
Dev Patel...the thinking man's Keanu Reeves! a true proliferation of interesting and suggestive images, images that speak better than dialogue. was it Denis Villeneuve who recently lamented having to write words at all, expressing his preference for silent films? i bet Patel feels the same way—all of this movie's ample humor and warmth and fun happens in culminating pictures. i guess that's supposed to be the definition of the medium but it really doesn't happen so often. the fights are…
