If you are squeamish, here is the film to make you squeam.

It's like watching Alfred Hitchcock try to solve a Rubik's cube in a roadside diner.

All in all, Blood Simple looks better than ever.

Filled with wonderful performances, especially by Hedaya and Walsh, Blood Simple remains a tight, beautifully ugly, neo-noir classic.

Savor their technique and the sizzling performances of Frances McDormand as an adulterous wife, Dan Hedaya as her vengeful husband and M. Emmet Walsh as a private detective from hell.

I love the movie's originality, its sense of macabre humor, its resourcefulness, and the great Walsh, whose memorable narration kicks off the movie.

I love the unsettling details.

As good as it ever was, and improved slightly by hindsight, experience, and extra cash.

It's the boys' most immediately gratifying movie: The goods are delivered in a hearse.

(The Coens have) never again achieved the one-two punch of Blood Simple and "Raising Arizona" - the first darkly cynical, the second light-headedly comical.

This is not an inspirational drama about finding yourself; it's a Hitchcockian comedy about adultery, murder and losing a corpse.

Don't miss this opportunity to see a film that many believe started the renaissance of indie films as it was intended to be shown.

Boldly facetious and monstrously clever.

The Coens' concern isn't emotional intensity but bravura camera moves and chic lighting of cinematographer Barry Sonnenfeld.