Carey Elwes sure got fucked over in this, huh.

Was hoping to enjoy this much more than I did. It’s a bit of a mess, but at least it’s an interesting one. For every highlight of the film (eg. desert rave sequence) there seemed to be an odd directorial choice that spoiled it (eg. Arlen’s internal monologue during said sequence). That about sums up The Bad Batch for me. A unique execution on an interesting concept that can’t help but fall apart under the weight of its own pretension.

A traumatic examination of the synchronous strength and fragility of the mind. Joaquin’s performance effectively places you inside Joe’s head, a horrendous place to be. Kudos to Lynne Ramsay for another great film, can’t wait to see what is next.

Feels like half a film, and not the better half.