How often do you get to see a film in which the central character is a former goth girl now in the process of becoming a nun?
While this film provides a different point of view than what we usually get from the Western media, it’s still a highly selective point of view.
Considering the battles are coherent, easy to see, and the punches and kicks seem real, it boggles the mind to wonder how the rest of it could fail so entertainingly.
It’s an extremely well-rounded release, the two films contained in it being a very inspired match.
It presents the portrait of a young man blessed with extraordinary talent who became known as “the Mozart of chess.”
It’s not one of the all-time great movies, but it’s worth watching for its visual style and incorporation of a real-life story.
Cry of the City embraces the darker side of humanity in a way that feels surprisingly modern for a 1948 film.
They’re both silent, black-and-white films, but beyond those similarities, they are quite different from each other.
The experience was far from disappointing.
The cover is a brilliant work of nightmare fuel. The movie itself is awful, just awful.