It’s an all new story with original characters, taking place on worlds we’ve never seen before. Most importantly: it is a war movie (the way Ant-Man is a heist movie and Guardians of the Galaxy is “weird”), with a darker visual palette and more handheld camera work (note that DP Greig Fraser shot Zero Dark Thirty and cite his mentions of the influence of Saving Private Ryan).

You can’t afford to make a pure superhero subversion, because it has to cost $$$ in order to look the part. But Deadpool also had to be super inexpensive in order to finance a hard-R movie about a juvenile fourth-rate superhero with a tangential relationship to the X-Men. So it’s like a 7-10 split and the film throws the ball straight down the middle. It ends up falling into the same traps that it exists to mock, and it doesn’t have the wit or filmmaking muscle to make that look good.

I’ve been complaining for years that Batman doesn’t spend enough time shooting people to death, torturing them with red-hot bat symbols, and making bush-league intellectual mistakes. Thank goodness Zack Snyder finally made a movie for me!

If this movie doesn’t yank back the curtain on the essential hollowness of the MCU, then I don’t know what will. Marvel’s is the cinema of function, but not of meaning. Civil War is a $300-million progress check. It moves the pieces into place for the next game. But unlike the many other MCU films which did the same thing, Civil War doesn’t bother to do anything else.

Simultaneously, the same kind of overtly product-licensing-driven idiotic bright-colored corporate nonsense that made Minions such a popularity phenomenon, which will surely lead to an understandable tsunami of hate from almost every single person alive minus small children and, for a lack of a better term, “Facebook people”, and one of the gayest films ever made, in the best way possible.

The Lobster is at once a parody and a tragedy of the overbearing stereotypical aspects of relationships that become all too dominant in society today, told with such beauty, grace and brutality that I don’t know whether to laugh at its absurdity or break down crying at its reality.

When we act from fear, from panic, out of love, we don’t always make the best decisions for ourselves or our loved ones. We cannot always fulfill the roles with which we have been entrusted in the manner we would like. Sometimes the world we know goes on in spite of our ignorance and our flailing about, and sometimes it goes completely awry even when we try our best and our hardest to make things turn out okay.