Honestly, with all the fuss surrounding this superlative film, you'd expect Sodom-And-Gommorah to shoot through your Cathode Ray Tube and vomit creosote into your wallet. Nope. It's all very survivable, apart from a few graphic instances (which the dear-old Auntie BBFC could have excised within a heartbeat, but they didn't. There MUST be a God!). I suppose vegetarians may have a few Heart Palpitations, but there you go.
It also cocks a snoot at those naysayers who have a firm belief in the inferiority of Eastern-European cinema - "Taxidermia" is crammed with more CGI than your average Jenna Bush photoshoot. Guy Ritchie be damned, he's scrawling graffiti on the side of the Venus De Milo and can't spell "OK" yet. Take note, British cinema is LIGHT YEARS behind this. We've lost the war Comrades.
Extras? Erm, there aren't any, so pinch those pennies in anticipation of the 3-disc special edition in 2011, when it'll be released to more fanfare than the Watergate tapes. Hey-ho!