A depthless, charmless, soulless, sexless, brainless derivative turd of a movie, taking mainstream filmmaking to a whole new low. This is a lesson for Disney and those capitalist Hollywood drones – $250 million budget cannot buy great storytelling. Great films are made with passion and heart, not with spreadsheets and figures. John Carter looks and feels as if it were directed by an accountant, not a visionary director.
This is one for the brains. Alfredson’s vision is an incredibly restrained, intelligently crafted period piece that puts the spy genre back into human realism, questioning values like friendship, loyalty and trust like pawns being moved around in a bigger chess game. And it has Oldman, whose central performance is one for the ages.