The latest minimalist provocation from the infuriating but talented French director Bruno Dumont. [12 April 2004, p. 89]
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Christian Science Monitor by David Sterritt
Dumont's methods are radical, but there's a fascinating method to his seeming cinematic madness.
The "Humanite" director's Death Valley void is the real "Lost in Translation."
The Hollywood Reporter by Frank Scheck
Ultimately a hollow and pointless exercise.
Chicago Reader by Jonathan Rosenbaum
Alas, the plot eventually takes over, and it's exceptionally ugly and unpleasant.
Fails to captivate or intrigue at the most basic level.
Los Angeles Times by Manohla Dargis
Embedded between all the sex and sunlight are some woefully underdeveloped ideas about American militarism and masculinity. Dumont doesn't bother to develop these ideas, principally because he seems to think it's enough to arrange his characters like puppets and tear off their heads.
Entertainment Weekly by Owen Gleiberman
This is one of those films in which the Act of Driving becomes a 10-minute statement of high emptiness; Dumont even manages to make sex in the desert boring.
The New York Times by Stephen Holden
The sustained force of Mr. Dumont's vision of existence as a swirl of brute instincts may not be easy to absorb, but it marks him as a major filmmaker.
At turns sexy, ultra-violent and sweet, it will infiltrate your brain long after you've seen it.