Eyes Wide Shut

Kubrick's final film is unique in his oeuvre for concluding on a note of apparent affirmation.

This is finally a film that is better at mood than substance, that has its strongest hold on you when it's making the least amount of sense.

It's empty of ideas, which is fine, but it's also empty of heat.

At least Fellini pulled out the stops from the first minute when he wanted to get surreal. Here, realism fades into surrealism, then into outright foolishness. Morbidly paced foolishness.

Cruise in particular lays himself open in that fiercely committed way that he tries everything as an actor.

It's as rich and strange and riveting as any journey he's taken us on, yet it's also familiar in a disquieting way.

Eyes Wide Shut still has an eerie mood that is purely Kubrickian. His smooth, neon-lit world and its unhappy residents are compelling, even addictive.

Eyes Wide Shut is Kubrick doing Kubrick but it's not quite a masterpiece compared to earlier works, nor is it an erotic thriller.

A fascinating look at obsession and desire that only Kubrick could craft.

Kubrick's final opus is a chilly sexual odyssey featuring two stunning confessional scenes by Nicole Kidman. Cruise is game to be the butt of the joke as the protagonist who wants sex but never has it. Gorgeous, moody, and a perfect final line of dialogue