One of the most unexpectedly strange movies I've seen, this got under my skin in a delicious sort of way. Taking a cue from the compositional elements of Barry Lyndon, this was like an Ianucci-level insult-laden screenplay with every line dripping with subtext. It was too dense for a single viewing, but this is a surprise that I'll be excited to revisit.

After seeing “Prospero’s Books”, I expected something extraordinary. As it is, the only part I like was Michael Nyman’smscore. The “gentlemen” are all dressed alike, making it hard to tell them apart.