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A descent into a vivid, humid Hell. One of those movies where you can feel and smell it all. The beginning portraits of the 4 main characters exude pity, horror, reflection, and extremism; each feeding into the how and why of the main journey. With Jackie, a getaway driver with a price on his head, his calm demeanor is an external depiction of the madness laying dormant on the inside. Victor is haunted by the last gaze aimed towards his wife, and remembrance literally takes hold of the wheel as the second truck tumbles off the side of the road with Kassem, a terrorist, along his side. Nilo is the cackling existentialist ripping it all apart; an assassin who kills just to get the gig of riding along in a truck loaded with nitroglycerin. He dies by a bullet, but instead of the plain, inevitable expression of his victims, he smiles and laughs, leaving an earthly Hell for a place beyond bellowing oil rigs, rickety bridges, and otherworldly landscapes.
Sorcerer is a distilled masterpiece that, with each rewatch, seems like nothing less than William Friedkin's greatest achievement. It howls and cries out into the night, replacing exposition with movements, faces, and actions, and Tangerine Dream is the lucid cherry on top, capturing specific story beats with synthesizer stings and ghostly melodies. Its cumulative energy is transparent and scintillating, taking rough sounds and spooky images and sending them off into the jungle. They don't make 'em like this anymore, only because we would go insane if they did.