Malkovich and Rockwell are magnetic.

I suspected there'd be ideas introduced that lesser films would attempt to spin out while this grabbed another and another and another, and so it came to pass.

Rarely does a character jump off the screen in the way Klara does. Ortega is luminous in the role.

Full of anger and love in equal measure.

An in-depth portrait of the production, a rare opportunity to see how a film on that scale is put together.

While there are undeniably parts built for the big screen spectacle, which are juxtaposed with an emotional weight, the film's rudimentary form is the enemy within.

The way Zischler and Hüller play their relationship is so wonderfully real and subtle and appropriately opaque for all us non-Mann family members, that it at times brought tears to my eyes.

Writer/director Hanna Bergholm walks the line with skill.

Seydoux takes us into the maelstrom with Lucy, determined and doubtful, angry and grief-stricken, fearful and belligerent all at the same time.

The popular concept of genius is thoroughly subverted here.

Director Wes Craven... brings just the right atmosphere of tongue in cheek and plain old fear to the proceedings.

A masterpiece of accomplishment.

A film of extraordinary complexity and fascination.