Sentence examples for impenetrable mess from inspiring English sources

The maniacal destruction wrought should satisfy moviegoers (like me) who found "Signs" a big nothing and "The Matrix Reloaded" an impenetrable mess.

Looked at in this way, this is not an impenetrable mess to stay clear of; but a life and death struggle in which our own interests are intimately engaged.

The Eye also has visions of the young daughter he hasn't seen in years, which leaves him consumed with guilt, or so we are left to believe in Stephan Elliott's "impenetrable mess of a movie" (Stephen Holden).

Warner/DC now faces a similar challenge with its nascent cinematic universe, which has got off to the worst possible start thanks to the impenetrable mess that was Zack Snyder's Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice.

The only question worth asking about Stephan Elliott's surreal thriller "Eye of the Beholder," is whether Ashley Judd, coming off the success of the surprise hit "Double Jeopardy" can draw enough unsuspecting patrons into theaters for this impenetrable mess of a movie to turn a profit.

It's the dark impenetrable mess of it all that's so enthrallingly real: the accusations and counter-accusations, the dirty bottles with traces of treatment for foot-rot, the sickly baby Jean, the hundreds of dolls sent by the public for little Doris, the extraordinary crowds in the Gloucester streets to see Beatrice walk free.

Photo by AP If you could see my feet a blistered, corned, scarred mess of impenetrable calluses you would wonder what the fuck is wrong with the brain of the girl attached to them for subjecting herself to the "coutorture" of a pair of five-inch heels that were as expensive as they are uncomfortable.

If you could see my feet a blistered, corned, scarred mess of impenetrable calluses you would wonder what the fuck is wrong with the brain of the girl attached to them for subjecting herself to the "coutorture" of a pair of five-inch heels that were as expensive as they are uncomfortable.

You would think the blinding success of his directorial debut, Easy Rider, would have kept him alive for a bit but, instead, almost to sabotage its success, he made his second film, The Last Movie, a brilliant, impenetrable piece of work about how filming messes with people's heads.

But instead of a lucid narrative explaining what happened when the economy imploded in 2008, why, and who was to blame, the report is a confusing and contradictory mess, part rehash, part mishmash, as impenetrable as the collateralized debt obligations at the core of the crisis.

For, if he does, the whole rotten mess will be swept into a forum that has been designed to be as impenetrable and as impervious to public scrutiny as Fort Knox.