Mexican filmmakers had a brilliant year in 2006. Innaritu had Babel. Cuaron had Children of Men. And Guillermo Del Toro had Pan's Labyrinth. It was not only incredibly beautiful in it's design, but it haunted me with it's sadness and it's brutality. There is a gentle, perfect balance between the horrors found in a child's imagination and the horrors human beings inflict on each other. For Ofilia, the most threatening creature in her life is not the "pale man" with his eyes in his hands, that kills children and who rips the heads off faeries, but instead the man who married her mother. She retreats into a fantasy world, because her real life is too much. It's a masterpiece.