No film these last ten years provoked a greater emotional response in me than Steve McQueen's Shame. And the remarkable thing is how McQueen achieved such a reaction. His is not the way of tugging at heartstrings, but of evoking great depths of feeling via technical and artistic mastery of his craft. Perceptive direction and brilliant performances combine to create a film even more formally admirable than Hunger and even more devastating than 12 Years a Slave. Whether possessed of the occasional flaw or not, the immensity of McQueen's achievements in Shame make it one of recent cinema's finest works.
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