This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Fuck. This. Shit.
This is horrendously constructed, mega-boring psychological torture porn masquerading as "art."
It's film student-quality filmmaking that runs on literally twice as long as it ought to given its lack of substance in any form.
Exposition via dialogue abounds. Things are often told to us two, three, even four times, sometimes by multiple characters.
We don't need to hear from three different fucking people that Baby Jane probably crippled Blanche to get that it's the consensus. We don't…