I loved it. My mum - a discerning art house-filmgoer at 84 - hated it for the violence, which she always hates.
It was one of those classic recursive paeons of love to cinema by a director utterly consumed by the form. The attention to period art direction was meticulous, even if the script & acting didn't quite follow suit. The ending was inevitable from within the first hour.
FWR: Free Willy with willy.
"We all have flaws, and mine is being wicked." James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks 1951
I hope that was written in blue ink, Smiffy, cos I had it taped from the first mention of the scar. I mean, hell, the movie starts with her wanking in a bath...
"We all have flaws, and mine is being wicked." James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks 1951