L.A. Confidential, the densely plotted '50s cop yarn based on James Ellroy's novel, is chilly and brutish and unforgiving. But for all that, it never quite sinks into utter cynicism and the principle characters retain a shred of idealism.
Simultaneously creepy and beautiful, The Skin I Live In is a heady mashup of mad scientist horror story, sexual fantasy, revenge yarn, and existential escape caper. A disturbing film for the art house crowd.
There's no subtext in Bloody Sunday. No allegorical references. No symbolism. This docudrama is obsessed with one thing: re-creating reality. And the story unfolds with the grim inevitability of Greek tragedy.
No other movie has so formed our ideas about a dystopian future than Ridley Scott's Blade Runner. And its art direction, cinematography & special effects are every bit as good as today's digital dabbling.