My favorite part was when Rose the Hat yeeted herself across the astral plane.
What a small and pitiful movie defined by imitation, powered by little more than rage and noise. The cinematography is at times stimulating and Phoenix's chimeric physical transformation never fails to captivate, but that's not enough to save this movie from itself.
I walked out with a pit in my stomach because I can't remember ever watching a film that was this painful to watch, but ultimately had so little to say about that pain. It's nihilistic, exploitative, and so fucking adolescent.
A sophomoric paen of 'we live in a society' sophistry and senseless violence. I'm fucking bored, throw it in the bin.