This is not to be confused with a review. I’m not a critic and I hate reviews, so I wouldn’t write one even if I could. This is the informal reaction of a movie lover, offered in the manner of Jackson Pollack throwing paint at a canvas—emotional and messy. (Anybody who feels cheated not getting a plot summary and all that review-y stuff should stop reading now, because this will surely frustrate them. I won’t be giving a single story detail. They’ll be able to get that kind of thing in plenty of other places, if that’s what they want…but I, for one, urge everybody to avoid reviews and see the film knowing as little about it in advance as possible, as I was lucky enough to do.)
Bear in mind also that my reaction can hardly be deemed unbiased, because Guillermo is a dear friend and I love him. Consider that caveat a given. Now, putting my personal feelings toward him aside as best I can, let me say this:
I think PAN’S LABYRINTH is a masterpiece. The real deal. A perfect film. A gem.
Read the rest of the review here.