Imperfect, but not under-realized. As punk, it has no bite. But in our own context, it's like one of those John Carney musicals, but with an actual personality—and, more urgently, a healthy sexual imagination.

I like the tackiness of the alien costumes. Elle Fanning really leaning into the inherent mysteriousness of her long neck, I see. Good for her. Nicole Kidman can do whatever she wants. Alex Sharp is less of a goober than he looks, thank God.

More urgent…

Some of the critiques of this movie have prompted me to give some thought to why we accept and dutifully seek out nuance in Eastwood and Spielberg's aesthetic and ideological conservatism but consistently dock women and POC filmmakers for not living up to some radical ideal we merely dreamed up to reject our classical forefathers.

Yes, it is a movie mired in and pitched to a distinctly conservative attitude — just like the nation the movie is about, and undoubtedly…

McDonagh’s sense of morality readily lends itself to entertaining plot turns and impressive acting. He leans into the kinds of vicious, manipulative contradictions that make melodramas so powerful. But in this case, his predilections only lead us down a rabbit hole of dumb ideas, symbolic ironies that really only make sense to people with $80 screenplay software on their MacBooks. Or is this the kind of advice you get when you stick to the free trial? 

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