Coppola in the best metaphor for his own career.
This will be extremely controversial.
I loved the thin how it all tip-toed on the balance between boundaries, burden, elation, vulgarity and suffering of the body, and the same tension for the soul.
I also loved how crude and gut-punching it got when it had to unveil truths about the main character - the final frame will haunt me for days, not only for the mere jump-scare.
Felt rather undeveloped overall, like there was something to delve into we didn't really got to see.
Morfydd Clark is utterly amazing.