Franklyn Reviews

A work quite elusive and unclassifiable as this strange "Franklyn". We could risk placing it at the crossroads of a "Dark City", a "Watchmen" or even a "Brazil". In vain because the film by Gerald McMorrow (unknown to the battalion) ultimately belongs only to himself. It is in a way a beautiful object that is both singular and fascinating, sometimes sparkling, sometimes exhausting. You can love it while being a bit annoyed, or hate it while recognizing it with real narrative and aesthetic qualities. Place your bets! I vote for (and not just because I'm crazy in love with Eva Green, huh?).