I hated this film the first time I saw it a few years ago. I saw it again last night because my own personal code dictates that when something is universally regarded as a masterpiece and I don't like it, then I'm the one with the problem. So I saw it again to see just what my problem was. This time I thought it was riveting. It was hard to take my eyes off the screen. It is one of the best works about compulsion I have ever seen. I guess this is one of those works, like Borges' novels for example, that needs to be experienced twice to be appreciated.
Review of Pickpocket
