War Horse

Spielberg is mindful of the family audience, but still captures the misery of trench combat.

This is always emotionally obvious, as well as consistently predictable. Something important has been lost in translation that cannot be compensated for by realism or pictorial beauty.

[Not] entirely satisfying … Somehow, though, the sum of the parts are more than the whole … It is a film of a kind we don't see any more, that it would be good to see more of.

If any movie released in 2011 screams, "Oscar Bait!," louder than Steve Spielberg's War Horse than I haven't seen it.

War Horse is a pre-packaged brand, rather than a movie.

We are marched through cloying kidult rhetoric for 150 minutes, ending with the inevitable pull on our hankie pocket, as wheedling as a beggar pulling on our change pocket. The only difference: the beggar is more deserving.

War Horse finds it hard to say even something comforting about the Great War. Instead, it poses a question: is the Hollywood master, with his recent record in mind, starting to lose his touch?

War Horse marks Spielberg's return to the war genre and the continuance of his journey along the promised path. [Full review in Spanish]

“War Horse” is a solid effort from an all-time filmmaker, so it will always be looked upon as lesser. If someone else had made it, its reputation might be better, but as it stands, it’s a solid effort with some remarkable flourishes and structural flaws.

Spielberg delivers an instant classic, and one of 2011’s very best films.