Dick Tracy just jams that jam, brother. It's what would happen if Angels With Dirty Faces was bitten by a radioactive peacock, and I couldn't love it harder if I tried.
An endless parade of bombastic splatter color, ostentatious production and razor-sharp hard lights that never stops never stopping. The entire visual spectrum of this film - costumes, sets, lighting, cinematography, makeup, hairstyling - is so intensely and cohesively overdone, so explosively creative, that it actualy ends up becoming larger…
