Crimson Peak is Guillermo del Toro’s apology for making us sit through Pacific Rim. Where Pacific Rim was designed by the 12 year old boy in him; Crimson Peak was designed by the 12 year old girl in him. A gothic romance, Crimson Peak is all about decaying mansions and withered aristocracy, sweeping heroic love and bitter villainous betrayal. It’s Penny Dreadful meets Jane Eyre. It’s more my speed than Pacific Rim ever was.
The last time giant robots were in theaters, we were sitting through the lifeless and hollow project of Michael Bay’s Transformers. But here comes Guillermo del Toro, to show that you can bring life amongst all the metal and CGI. It’s a film that swings big, is larger than life and is more enjoyable if you don’t think too much about it. I’m always cynical about films like this: giants robots fighting giant monsters, which means they destroy things and they explode things and really that is all there is but Pacific Rim is slightly different. There is love and fun that pours out of this film. Like Del Toro inviting us to be children with him this one time.