A labyrinthine, mythic crime thriller par excellence, sucker punch
after sucker punch leaves you reeling at the bravura film-making.
Kevin Spacey limps to Oscar glory as Verbal Kint, a low-rent criminal
under questioning about a botched drug heist. Using Christopher
McQuarrie's eloquent dialogue via Spacey's deft delivery, director
Bryan Singer essays a film about the nature of perceived truth: the
garden paths come thick and fast, the ensemble work by Spacey et al so
intoxicating you run up them like an eager puppy. You're left
breathless and want to go again - and you should. It's better second time
round. Who is Keyser Soze?
