It’s strange to think this film is 25 years old. Even after all that time it still packs an almighty wallop. It’s not just the performances or the writing, but the way it makes you take a deep breath and hold it. I know what’s going to happen, I can literally repeat the dialogue, but it still manages to take my breath away. It’s a film with many imitators, but none that live up to its essence. I wish contemporary films could summon up a quarter of its ability to make me feel. I miss that felling of being clawed by the throat, and made to gasp breathless, as a story unfolds. It’s exciting in a way thing just aren’t anymore.
Darrin // Nightingale 