The distinctly Nineties sheen of the sex, schlock and gore has time travel potential, transporting me as much through time as through space, across to the floating city.

Perhaps the arbitrary, unfinished nature of the story is part of its purpose. But I felt that characters this interesting should not be allowed to remain complete ciphers.

Exquisite is the word for The Comfort of Strangers, as the filmmaker packs this puppy with sensorial splendor: costumes by Armani, Dante Spinotti’s breathtaking cinematography, an entrancing score from Angelo Badalementi.

Paul Schrader's criminally overlooked adaptation of Ian McEwan's 1981 novel is breathtaking. Straight masterpiece this movie.