Literally everything in this movie worked for me.
Every line, every performance, every pan and cut and hold and flicker of the eye.
A somber anti-capitalist meditation on the beliefs, things, and people we leave behind to protect ourselves that doubles as a fantastic fucking heist movie, I was locked in to Widows from its first cut, and it didn’t let me go until the credits.
This is an absurdly ambitious movie. I was worried that Steve McQueen put too…