Holy Sleaze. Occult Moans. Spliced Penne.
A languid thriller that attempts to add gravitas and meaning through its direct nods to sociopolitical anxieties and subtle artistic flourishes. The moments where these choices works are sparse, and it is a shame, given the talent from the three leads.
I feel like the reception of this film can be paired accordingly to the male leads. One group will attach themselves to an interpretation that sticks, eagerly running in all directions to reach a conclusion that speaks to them.…
The formulae of MCU are all over this one. Familiar beats, jokes, and characters try their best to complicate a simple equation, but even with all its twists and turns; it feels like sprinting on a treadmill. Yeah things are moving, but are we really going anywhere? Props to Thor and Strange.