I was reminded of Rosemary's Baby as the 'sophisticated' family planned Hunter's life (and blended her up some iron-rich smoothies). A good sense of tension throughout, but the ending, complete with an upbeat song, fell flat for me.

Me to my husband halfway through: "So this is just Star Wars?"

The candy-coated catharsis I needed.

So bland as to be farcical. The movie completely steers away from the Ayn Randian hot takes of the book, but somehow that doesn't make it better.

There is literally a plot point where he.... doesn't know.... which fork..... to use at a fancy restaurant!

QUITE THE PICKLE FOR THIS FISH OUT OF WATER.

Also, the lead character is a human thumb.

I mean, you're going to watch it.

But why are we watching this?