Easily one of the top-ten visual directors in the history of cinema, the imagery of the films of Tarsem Singh has the power to dumbfound audience, leaving jaws gaping and eyes agog. The effect is so powerful that (at least on first viewings) narrative failings can often be overlooked in favor of aesthetic experience. Although perhaps unsurprisingly, no matter the individual merit of each of these final images, they are all a let down in comparison to the world-class visuals that precede.
The Fall | 2006
Mirror Mirror| 2012
The Runaways (2010)
Hey! News flash, diva: This ain’t the opera. They’re not coming to hear your chops. They’re not coming to hear you bang on your drum. We are in the music business. You wanna be artists, cut off your fucking ears and mail them to your boyfriends. You wanna be rock stars, listen up. Now, Cherie’s lack of greatness - her lack of rock ‘n’ roll authority - is getting in the way of our product. What is that product? Sex! Violence! Revolt!