Something hideous lingers beneath this cold family drama.
I wish I went in completely cold. Because Ari Aster’s directorial debut starts as one thing and ends as another.
This is a horror (?) film that I will be telling my kids about.
To me, this movie is still incredible. Do I care about how Bruce Wayne got back to Gotham? No. Do I wonder how Bruce painted a gasoline bat symbol on a bridge? Not really, no. Do I care that Batman is in the film for all of 25 minutes? Nah.
This movie is, next to The Dark Knight, still the greatest superhero flick ever made, in my opinion. The emotional resonance is just-- fuck is it good. Not good, wait,…