Claqueta Ácida acid rating
"Adam Wingard lives in a state of cinematic Russian roulette. Capable of touching absolute magnetism with a 6.2, only to crash into 6.2 trainwrecks that leave us wondering if they read the script before cashing the check. Undeniable talent, questionable compass." — Claqueta Ácida Editorial Staff (Odín Lagbert)
«El único que parece entender que el terror no es solo gritar, sino también reírse de lo absurdo. Su segmento es el único que no huele a naftalina.»
Eight directors, one cursed format, and a script that reads like it was scribbled on a bar napkin. Art or accident? Silvia Mordaz dissects it with a scalpel and acid.
Cinephile connections, archive interviews and related analyses.
