John Lindgren

Poignant, riveting, Bergmanesque. I'd given up on American cinema. This movie gives me hope of more to come.

The Russians won the war. It was a sad victory. So many dead.

Inspired by one of the most sensational events in anti-apartheid history: the Silverton siege in 1980, Hollywood manages to turn this historic event into a series of cliches and stupidity. Gen Z will love it. It is historically as accurate as Birth of a Nation. Soon Hollywood will pump out movies portraying Nazis as sympathetic characters.

Derivative. Bad tired plot. Boring.

Only affluent white people enjoy this tripe. Maids have to clean up feces-covered bathrooms. They are colored. And live day-to-day. They are not beautiful white women with cars. This is why Hilary Clinton lost.

Worst than a Netflix movie. What happened to Ridley Scott?

Utterly confusing and unoriginal.

Brilliant. Intense. Engrossing and intellectually profound on so many levels. Forget Hollywood.

If you are smart enough, you'll see that this is not a Western. But a Marxist homage to an inflection between two eras. Only the woman is the hero. This is epic on the scale of Don Quixote. Beautiful and sumptuous.

In an age of escapism, Marvel comics and Disney formulae, try watching a real movie.