Simple at face value, slow, and with a ton of breathing room for the characters and interactions which rush to fill in the blanks with an accumulation of details and truths that leaves you with the impression you’ve seen a beautiful and rich work. Liked this a lot.

Very good, delightfully strange final act, even if the themes are a little easy to unpack and the overall project feels a bit mannered. There’s an integrity to the piece and it clicks on most cylinders but isn’t the exact type of cinema I respond to.

Dunaway showcases a new kinda of acting altogether, a hybrid mixture of camp impersonation and full on demonic possession. Without it, the film ceases to exist. Slimy nostalgia tabloid told with outrageous bombast in an epic tale of what is essentially vignettes, a series of scenes so confusingly put together that any given cut could be anywhere between a split-second reaction shot to a "several years later" interval. Few films depend so much on their central performance, and it's one of the greatest I've ever seen.