
Jen Graves wrote a truly fantastic review:
Making a self-consciously visual movie about a political suicide is a strategy for revealing the beauty and temptation of symbolism. What else is terrorism but the body succumbing to abstraction? It's not that visual artist Steve McQueen, in his critically acclaimed 2008 Cannes hit Hunger (his first feature film), is taking sides about whether IRA hero and hunger striker Bobby Sands was right to die for his cause. McQueen is not a moralist. And yet his symbols—for instance, tributaries of protest piss channeled into the prison hallway by the inmates, then painstakingly swept, in real time, by a guard serving his own sort of term in there—are frighteningly gorgeous. Frightening because as terrible as it is, you want to be part of this world for the sheer, religious sense it makes. The forms justify the ends.
Read the whole thing HERE. You really should. Showtimes here.
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