I’m kind of surprised by the people who feel insanely strongly about this movie either way: it’s within the realm of Aronofsky’s regular obsessions (religion, self-harm, and the need to feel love, particularly parental love) though lacking in his usual style. I assume the anti-style is as much a stylistic choice as his regular excessiveness, but it’s still visually kind of boring. Filmed plays: not even once.
Fraser’s good, the girl from Stranger Things is good, Hong Chau is good for the second time in two months (see also: The Menu). A little mawkish, maybe. I dunno, I didn’t love it but it clearly has merits. Calm down, nerds.
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