The coli face rating system needs to be adopted worldwide.
I can't imagine what Harvey Weinstein saw in Snowpiercer that resulted in one of his most public wars he's ever had with a film, beyond "hey, that guy is in the Avengers!" Not because it's a bad film (far from it) that only he could "save," but because no amount of editing was ever going to change this film into anything but the weird, wild shaggy mutt that has a limited amount of appeal. Sure, a lot of it screams blockbuster, from its production values to having an easy story to follow along with to, well, having that guy from the Avengers (who gives a pleasantly understated performance, in case you were wondering) in addition to a strong multi-ethnic supporting that cast that manages to not feel too blatant in pandering, but beyond that, it is, from beginning to end, Crazy with a capital C. It's not a matter of editing some of the Crazy out to make it more palatable when the whole film is like that, filled with enough genre changes and visual ingenuity for at least a dozen other films. Somehow, though, director Bong Joon-Ho manages to make it gel together well by ensuring that the tone remains consistent throughout the film, often through visual cues that signify the claustrophobic setting, even in the face of each car often carrying a drastically different decor from one another, as well as never losing sight of the desperation that our heroes fall under throughout. It shouldn't be too surprising to see how well it all flows together, as Bong is something of an expert on being able to handle wild swings from just The Host (and now I'm inspired to seek out his other films), but this film really sticks out in its field for how frustratingly dull a lot of other blockbusters proceed, even if it would have felt more cobbled together from too dissimilar of parts and not having as much care put into it as it does in this film. If it falters, it's surprisingly in the preamble to the climax, which feels a bit too much like it fell out of The Matrix sequels in momentum-halting exposition and explanation, featuring a character serving in a similar role as the much maligned Architect of those films. It feels strangely fitting, though, that a film that never goes in a way you expect it to would wind up doing that again in a dramatically vital moment, and while it looks a bit wobbly on the way down, it definitely knows how to make a good splash with its finale and subsequent ending.
I would argue against there being more films needing to be like Snowpiercer. Certainly, every blockbuster should be made with the same level of careful attention to detail and aspire to be more than just a decent excuse to use someone's air conditioning for two hours (a task that's being failed at with more and more frequency these days), but when we're dealing with a type of filmmaking that is currently suffering from feeling too similar to one another, you don't solve that problem by making more films that on paper offer what this one has, especially with their being a lot of directors who can barely handle simple tasks of tonal consistency in comparable films of less nobler artistic ambition. Tell someone like Michael Bay to do a film just like Snowpiercer, and see how many aspirins you'll need to take after sitting through that mess. There's nothing else that you can really compare this film to, and as far as I'm concerned, it should stay that way.