The images are more than enough reason to put this movie in front of you and stare at it.

It’s like “The Mighty Boosh” staged a performance of “The Bride of Frankenstein,” with an interactive element and an earnest, open heart.

A heartwarming and inspiring story of a woman defying the odds, sexism, and workplace danger to make history.

Even at its most self-indulgent, there’s something genuinely thrilling in watching Tommy Shelby suit back up again. 

It feels in conversation with Petzold’s other works in a way that informs, rather than atomizes, our understanding of his filmmaking.

Avoids clichés, turning the expected into the unexpected.

Its resonances should—I’d say need to—ring some bells here in the ostensible land of the free.

Just isn’t fun enough.