Paradise: Hope

This is, by some distance, the best movie of the three, and it showcases the impeccable symmetry of [Seidl's] compositions, while retaining his compulsion to wag a finger in your face.

Paradise: Hope quickly rights itself and becomes lighter, looser, and more sympathetically observed than anything Seidl has done previously, ending a grim trilogy on a brighter note than expected.

If this trilogy capper doesn't leave the contusions the other films have, it remains a necessary salve, particularly if you dare to binge-watch.

As thrillingly good equal to its sister films, Seidl tantalizes here by subverting our expectations based on his previous work, giving us a modestly sweet afterglow after we've gnawed our way through the sour and sublime.