I’m surprised I didn’t like this one more— it’s surreal and melancholy and unlike any other independent film written and directed (and produced and starring) a black man to come out in the 1970s. It was just hard to sympathize with a character who, outside of his fantastical and child-like day dreams, is so unlikeable. I can see why he feels such scorn and is so prickly to those around him, and watching him process grief while maintaining his authoritarian…
Spent the last year and a half yearning to go back to the movie theater. Now that I’m all vaxxed up, I went to see this Zack Snyder movie with my partner mostly as a joke, but after 90 minutes when we realized there was a whole hour left, we walked out. And we weren’t even the first people to skip before this shit was over either!