Awkward combo, what if "The Revenant" was all at once a (not substantially) weaker piece of filmmaking, yet didn't have a laughably self-serious prestige stick lodged up its butt and was geared waaaaaaay more towards my own personal taste? All in all pretty solid for a film where I outright disliked the overall narrative and the two lead performances, there's some heavy traces of the primal meat and murder hypnodrone masterpiece I just KNOW Eggers has in him somewhere, but it's all drowning in the shrugging sea of a perfectly serviceable but utterly hollow and generic revenge wannabe epic. I think Eggers is great at distant impartial observation, there's a real sense of Herzogian ecstatic truth to the way he clinically observes the ritualistic behaviors of groups and individuals, but he kinda goes all limp and soggy (and loses almost all his idiosyncrasies) when attempting to work in a more personal/dramatic register. Like most films of this ilk, it mostly just made me wish I was watching Fulci's "Conquest" instead.