Brilliant production and amazing how it glued me to the screen with such a simple message, a road trip quest about the insanity of war and survivor regret.
The craftsmanship marks this as a director's movie with a spartan script, amazing camera work, and the most impressive expansion and compression of time and space I've ever watched. The camera eye was seamless and never skipped a beat over a full range of calm to action, perspective jumps, lighting and distance extremes, even wet versus dry. You're never left wondering what's happening or where you are; it felt like the entire story evolved inside your head because you were there. The sets oozed detail and I believe everything not handled or human was full CG, but at the time I questioned nothing. Not once did I get that gut feeling that I just watched digital pablum, but many scenes had to be full CG based on circumstance. The entire movie could have been spoiled by a single frame of James Bond surfing a slushy tidal wave with the mouse cursor in-frame, but don't hold your breath because it never happens.
I suspect a worn and dirty world appearance is hard to replicate virtually, but my awe was on a level that reminded me of seeing the original Star Wars at a theatre. I saw a couple of period and technical glitches, but they were debatable esoteric nerd stuff that didn't change the telling. The worst part about this film was my fascination, feeling more like a film club viewing than enjoying a major release, but I think any missing emotional introspection was well compensated for with an overwhelming visual experience. Please read the low ratings here carefully as they're true; you'll hate this film if your idea of a good movie is Hollywood stars, witty quips, car chases, shootouts, and the hero gets the girl.