As the paintings progress, with
occasional breaks in the action as Richter meets with gallerists and haggles with a museum curator over how to light an upcoming exhibition, the squeegees get bigger, large enough to cover the width of the canvas as he drags them down across the entire length.
But while this latest adventure —
in which geek - with - a-gun Isaac Clarke once again takes on an ancient alien menace that corrupts, kills, and resurrects its victims
in hideously mutated form — delivers gore by the bucketful and
action so tense that I felt compelled to take the
occasional break, it doesn't deliver
in the one area I really wanted it to: Spine - tingling terror.