There's a bit where the psycho protagonist has a lady strapped to a chair in his basement and he's ranting and sneering and threatening her with various implements of pain and the actress, bless her heart, is supposed to be scared but is in fact incapable of projecting any emotion other than vague, tetchy annoyance and I'm like, yeah me too lady.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Rather than a proper review, I'd like to address something I've been seeing a lot vis-a-vis this here movie. In other words, I'm about to break this shit down real small.
Great visual experience, but oh that ending! That seems to be a standard knock on Panos Cosmatos's sumptuous, thrilling sensory blast Beyond the Black Rainbow, to where even its champions feel like apologizing the last fifteen away. Nuts to that. Its ending is terrific, a sudden disorienting gearshift that…