Friday night I went with Nathan to see Pan’s Labyrinth at the Oxford Theatre. We braved the cold for a few blocks of walking and were rewarded by one of the finest fantasy films I’ve seen in a long while.
It’s a beautiful film, in language, cinematography and storytelling. I felt a tinge of loss that I did not understand much of the Spanish being spoken; I have an affinity for the language and subtitles don’t do justice to the dialogue, I’m certain. Even still, I loved the dark, gritty and engrossing story.
I’m happy to see that a film of this quality, depth and imagination is receiving a lot of critical and popular success. Too often fantasy films have either been genuinely lacking or outside the vision of critics, so for a film as superbly done as this to become a resounding success is heartening.