I can think of few movies that nosedive so hard in their third act

Somehow this 84-minute Ken Russell movie about opium-laced Romantic/Gothic orgies and the creation of Frankenstein is kind of a slog. As a Russell film it contains some truly indelible images and inspired moments, but in equal measure it also feels under-realized and outright student film-y. Worth a curiosity view.

You people are fucking high.

"Todd Phillips's Joker is a joyless film with the wit and emotional intelligence of a school shooter manifesto. ... a rag-huffing, Code Red Mountain Dew-chugging, NoFapping hot mess of bad ideas."

My review for Screen Slate.