Rarely do sequels do so much to deepen the original and the characters. A mesmerizing, almost real-time depiction of a lovely Parisian cityscape with electric romantic and philosophical energy.

Rarely do sequels do so much to deepen the original and the characters. A mesmerizing, almost real-time depiction of a lovely Parisian cityscape with electric romantic and philosophical energy.
Trashy, gratuitous, overstuffed with gore and nudity and crappy one-liners. But an overflowing sense of fun amidst the filth (though the blood was a bit much for me).
Quite possibly the most accomplished B&W photography I’ve ever seen. Airtight script and acting — noirish, but not too wild. Welles is magentic for all 5 minutes. The ending is unexpectedly kinetic but absolutely visual mastery.
A rapturous romantic duet that’s almost entirely dialogue and character development. Brilliantly performed by Hawke and Delpy, and lovely direction too. Makes me want to travel and soak in culture.
I don’t know what I just watched, but I’m pretty sure God, machine, and man just had fistfight in my cortex
Dazzling and touching by turns, with an evocative maturity. The ending is daring but I’m not sure sufficiently earned. Wants so hard to be Toy Story 3, but definitely isn’t.
Famed for its raunch (and the script is certainly filthy), this is also surprisingly sweet and insecure. A few gags are ludicrous (re: pie), and one in particular is vile (spycam), but most of it is… almost tender?
The time travel rules and logic are Swiss cheese, but the energy and comedy and charm are there, if nowhere near the peak powers of Part I.
A balls-to-the-walls time travel romp across, like, 4 timelines.
Charming beyond reason. Amy Adams is absolutely phenomenal as a Disney princess come to life. The romance and idealism are palpable. Too many flaws to be truly great, but damn close.