Submergence

Despite the potent raw material at his disposal, Wenders listlessly flips back and forth between the two backdrops, allowing any remaining element of dramatic tension to slowly seep out along the way.

Ms. Dignam's script distills the novel into middlebrow Hollywood treacle.

An objectively bad movie, paradoxically ponderous and pointless.

You'll have nobody to blame but yourself - or the filmmakers - if you keep watching after the sixty-minute mark.

Even two glamorous and well-matched stars of the moment can't do much to undermine the Wenders meander.

The most roundly satisfying fiction feature Wenders has made since, well, that first one about the angel so in love he gives up immortality.

Despite their strong performances, McAvoy and Vikander are unable to save this sinking ship of a film. Ultimately, we are sadly left with an average movie that leaves viewers feeling disappointed and unsatisfied.

Submergence is worthy of the engravings that could have illustrated a poetic anthology of Hölderlin. [Full Review in Spanish]

Submergence - despite much lovesick gravitas from its two leads - never quite coalesces into the epic romance that it should. It fizzles when it should ignite, leaving the viewer with a palpable yearning for something other than a shrug.

Much of "Submergence" remains frustratingly inert and vague, as though the helmer never wanted to commit to a single idea, instead offering several half-baked concepts with hopes something might stick.

Submergence moves, as one of its creatures, in waters so turbulent it can't scale its excessive ambitions. [Full Review in Spanish]

Submergence lives only pending its rigor, its strange and pompous efforts of abstraction. And, of course, it runs out. There is no air left. [Full Review in Spanish]