It is what it is better than any stateside commercial release I've seen this year: a pure, unbridled, visually imaginative delight, like the best movie that could ever be made by the smartest 12-year-old boy born in 1927. Punctuated by an appropriately majestic score that doesn't overreach, the look and inventiveness are astounding, the performances circumspect, the dialogue slight but amusing, the plot as thin as the serials that inspired it and that it so beautifully recreates.
And there's no fat on the thing- it comes and goes quickly and knows its limitations. I know that I'll see better movies before the year is out, but I doubt any of them will make me giddy with glee like most of SCatWoT did.
Too innocent for our cynical times, perhaps it will be more appreciated on video.
And there's no fat on the thing- it comes and goes quickly and knows its limitations. I know that I'll see better movies before the year is out, but I doubt any of them will make me giddy with glee like most of SCatWoT did.
Too innocent for our cynical times, perhaps it will be more appreciated on video.