Critic Reviews

Visually sumptuous and with a real literary beauty in both its narrative structure and dialogue.

Here, to its detriment, never builds its ideas into a cohesive vision. The screenplay by Mr. King and Dani Valent too often wanders off into poetic vagueness. But visually, Here, filmed by Lol Crowley, is still a stunner. Flawed as it is, I admire it immensely.

The slow, methodical pace of Here will undoubtedly drive a few viewers crazy. But for those in tune with its quiet rhythms, it's worth the journey.

Whether the role is small or large, the acting across the board is utterly convincing.

It's hard to say if the two ever really mesh or if they were intended to. Here seems motivated by a tone of searching and yearning, not of finding a single way.

There's a weary soul to HERE, embodied by Ben Foster and Lubna Azabal as two loners who meet in a café and impulsively decide to travel the country together, prompted more by mutual intuition than any meaningful exchange of words.

You'd follow these two anywhere - even down a long, winding and perilously close-to-pointless road.

The dreamy, feverish beauty of these sequences just barely balances out the pretension of the exposition. The film falters the further it drifts from that overheated, slightly delusional mood; the more precisely it's scripted, the less it feels true.

While everything here is mostly unspoken, and the film itself hints at a broader set of concerns than simply two lost souls meeting on foreign ground, Here too often feels like a jumble of ideas that don't quite cohere.