Look — if you just wanna admire Galifianakis‘  ridiculous accent and revel in the beauty of pugs — this movie will absolutely tick all of the boxes for you.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve had so much nostalgia-driven fun watching a movie. Brad Bird has somehow made a film that is just as amazing as it was when I was 8.

I’m pretty sure I had goosebumps during 95% of this film — mostly due to the incredible twisted, Dalí-like conversations Aronofsky uses throughout his films. Such a chilling watch.

An absolute rush. Terrible that this kind of film will never find its way outside of an art gallery.