Bobby/Robert is quite unlikeable but since this is Jack Nicholson's show the drama remains compelling. Although having said that, my favorite part of this was the Palm Apodoca woman they pick up who kept using the term 'mack' and was something of a female Travis Bickle (in an amusing way). Second half has a couple of standout scenes but I liked the lighter first half more.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Those last five minutes offer the most subtly resonant moment of catharsis ever put on screen. A lifetime of longing and internal anguish overcome by a single gesture of outward vulnerability. The serene magnitude of a man liberating that little boy he has always been and finally accepting himself for who he is. No matter what Chiron's and Kevin's futures entail, I keep coming back to the refrain from Frank Ocean's "Godspeed:"
This love will keep us through blinding of the eyes
Silence in the ears, darkness of the mind
Somewhere, John Cassavetes, Pauline Kael, and David Foster Wallace are rolling in their graves.
This is how cinema dies, with self-defeating, narcolepsy-inducing navel gazing of the most collegiate extreme. Charlie Kaufman should be banned from directing another film; he has nothing left to communicate in the visual medium (a medium he increasingly seems to hold in disdain) that's worth absorbing.