Paolo Sorrentino has outdone himself. He usually outdoes himself from one project to the next, so this is nothing new; other than Youth, he doesn’t miss. But The Hand of God might take time for him to top. It’s that good. It’s that well-made, it has that much clarity of vision, it’s just that everything. Even The Great Beauty isn’t this complete, which says a lot, because
a) The Great Beauty is a stone-cold masterpiece, and
b) The Hand of God rambles so much that you might mistake it as incomplete
I could gush and gush. But why do that here when I can just redirect you to my review for Paste Magazine?