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Aside from [Glazer's] visual flair and gallows humor, he's still subtracted much more than he's added.
Riotously entertaining, and with a big heart, too.
Los Angeles Times:
Has a strong plot (credit the writing team of Louis Mellis and David Scinto) and a pair of excellent performances.
Louis B. Parks,
Quirky details of character, implied but unstated background and lovely performances keep us enthralled.
It remains first and foremost an involving story about its characters.
It brought back some of the excitement I felt nearly a decade ago watching Quentin Tarantino's Reservoir Dogs.
Globe and Mail:
Glazer's style is the cinematic slang of the moment, and his fresh take on an old genre opens some breathing space.
Nervy, cheeky and totally absorbing crime noir in which the humans are far more hair-raising than the heist.
The talented Glazer keeps things crisp, clean and purposeful. The only flab on this film is around the waist of its sybaritic hero, a working-class crook who has finally gotten a taste of the good life, and doesn't want to lose it.
New York Magazine/Vulture:
As the mobster Don Logan in Sexy Beast, Ben Kingsley is so intensely frightening that it's as if the actor were on a personal mission to deep-six Gandhi and his loincloth once and for all.
New York Observer:
One of the more interesting efforts in its genre, though it has been somewhat overrated.
San Francisco Chronicle:
Glazer directs from Louis Mellis and David Scinto's script like a man who knows the outer limits of a bad dream.
[Glazer] makes an audacious contribution to British crime drama with this first feature, delivering a smack to the head of a moribund genre.
From the off it's clear at once that Jonathan Glazer will be a ballsy, switched-on film-maker.
An often enjoyable, massively uneven Brit ganglander.
What distinguishes Sexy Beast from the recent rash of British gangster films is Glazer's investment in character and performance.
I'm wondering what's so special about a film that has but one guilty pleasure and that's Ben Kingsley spraying saliva-lubricated variants of the F-word.