This is a film.

One or two dynamic, well-choreographed fight sequences wrapped up in a lot of middling corporate tedium.

As I was walking out of the theater, I heard a man say to the woman beside him, "Y'know, this was directed by the same guy who made 'Uncle Bowie.'"

I think we need a term (say, "Bluff Cinema") for films that play at lofty allegory through muddled and opaque execution. A film that's built on this kind of contradiction is infuriating not because it's "challenging" in any meaningful sense, but because it attacks the audience while shielding itself from critique. Defenders can ride on claims that detractors "didn't get it," because the film's delivery is airy and vague enough to validate virtually any reading.