It's art literally rebelling against vapid consumerism, and the film mostly embraces the glorious camp that it is. It's barely a satire and more of a darkly comedic showcase of consumption—where everything collapses and self-consumes. At its best, it reminded me of the wickedly dark comedy of Kubrick's The Shining.

There's a lot of lush cinematography, and its set-pieces are wonderfully ironic. Gyllenhaal's manic bisexual art CRITIC provides enough depth and intrigue to latch onto. I wish there would have…

There is so much devastation and emotional payoff here. This is likely Marvel's most visually gorgeous film, and the action is nothing short of spectacular.

It does feel like half a film (not just because of its the cliffhanger), and it's tough to say if it is remotely comprehensible to anyone without context and investment in these characters on film. But the film exudes such exhaustion and loss that I can't help but find powerful at this point in the…