Beirut Review
A slow burn of political chess across a white-hot board where every move comes from the shadows.
A slow burn of political chess across a white-hot board where every move comes from the shadows.
This creative and often intense film serves up captivating novelty through surprising, deafening silence.
Has all of the authenticity of a shiny $30 “Rolex.”
Dialogue and immersive visuals deserve our attention despite monotone elements.
Body slams every ounce of morality that tries to bloom in its space.
The entire film feels like it’s stuck in a post-coital coma.
Edgy with a rough-hewn style and the grace of a gorilla ordering a pale Pouilly-Fuissé.
A drawn-out reminder of “the grass is always greener” syndrome.
Celebrates the downtrodden people, outcasts and defiant dreamers in a musical that you didn’t know that you needed to see.
Feels as if del Toro borrowed and updated a campy 1950s sci-fi thriller.
Rattles us with an authenticity not often found in films of its era.
A captivating, unrelenting tale that takes no prisoners.