The spiritual follow up to the French connection that exceeds the former in every regard. It’s the dirty, sweaty , morally ambiguous noir film that they just don’t make anymore, and that frankly, how could it smell the panties of L.A.?
And let me close this disjointed review with some praise for the greatest squib hits I’ve ever seen. Bravo
Heart Eyes is a slasher movie with way to much polish and production for me to consider it true to form. I was hoping as the movie unfolded that it would lean more into the nihilism of Valentine’s Day, that finally a movie would speak for me in the bloodiest way possible, because I fucking hate the holiday.
But alas no. It’s another rom com.
Awesome.
Yawn.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Such a great metaphor for the hilarity and stupidity of war. In particular the Spanish civil war.
2 clowns fight for the affection of a curvy trapeze artist (Spain), one is heavy handed and drunk (the Nationalist) while the other is sweet timid (the republic). It takes almost a full movie of abuse for the timid clown to finally snap and go on a rampage but when he does it's a thing of beauty.
I really also commend the ending for telling it like it is, nobody gets the girl(Spain) but the church.
If there is ever a movie that encapsulates my religion or lack there of, it is this film. Scary as hell for anyone catholic, fun for us godless athiests.
