Theme Park at its Darkest

This is exactly the kind of film I want to see when I go to the movies. It is the rarest of things, in this present age; a highly-skilled, art-house director who has enough experience and restraint to stay out of the actors’ way and allow them to deliver an outstanding script. This is what ‘great’ films are; people being people, without the fucking Tilda-Swinton-squint-into-the-middle-distance art-house bullshit.

This is the kind of film Martin Scorsese used to make.

Five stars – with or without Matthew Mc’s arse hanging out of his pants.

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