There's black gloves and a bottle of J&B on screen. It's like a giallo but with landmarks I recognize, like the intersection outside of 30th Street Station that I fucking 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
There's an absurdity and sense of dark humor present in every scene that landed with me consistently, whether it's the breakfast bone chair, Viggo Mortensen's casual Ithilien ranger costume, or Stewart's performance of only stammers and tics.
Ends with the realization that Mikey likes Life cereal, but it's Mortensen eating a bar of microplastics and he's filmed like Falconetti's Joan of Arc.