After much cajoling, dear old Ponty has delivered his magnum opus—the long-anticipated review of 2001’s moody, depression-inducing Donnie Darko.
I’ve gotsta hand it to old Pontifex Maximus: he sure knows how to write a review. Even yours portly—who, as readers know well, is never wrong in his reasoned, intelligent assessments—is regarding his position after reading Ponty’s review. I may even give DD a second (or is it third or fourth, at this point?) chance.
I won’t spoil anything, but Ponty explains filters out the mud and the grey and brings some light to this otherwise dismal film.
With that, here is Ponty’s review of 2001’s Donnie Darko:
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