Recensioni di Metacritic

Easily one of the finest and most sophisticated films of the year.

Pandaemonium goes a long way toward capturing the compelling delirium of opium among a crowd of freethinking British iconoclasts.

Literate and handsome.

Temple doesn't just highlight the contemporary relevance of Coleridge's liberated words and themes, he shows us how high they still soar.

As a visual counterpart to some of the most sublime verse ever written, it's often thrilling.

It's unfortunate and ironic that Temple risks so much so successfully in evoking an atmosphere of literary imagination as well as Coleridge's drug-induced fantasies only to conclude his film in a thud of fustian staginess.

Treats the poets not as creative equals but as a groundbreaking genius and a jealous, vindictive hack. Wordsworth is Salieri to Coleridge's Mozart.

Never quite dull, neither does it ever find a viable rhythm, narrative arc or crux of emotional engagement.

The exposition is thick, the characterization choppy, the wigs terrible.

Pandaemonium plays like a bus-and-truck version of such Ken Russell's '60s classics as "The Music Lovers."