Eh, this was fine. Didn’t get too much out of it but I had a decent time. Enjoyed this the most in the middle stretch, where Östlund most successfully manifests his ideas through a delightful set-piece of hilariously vulgar and gross-out extremes. If you give me a bunch of people puking and shitting while Woody Harrelson drunkenly yells Marxist theory over a loudspeaker, it’s guaranteed to make me laugh. Too bad that it’s sandwiched between some pretty empty, toothless, surface-level satire that’s never as funny or insightful as Östlund thinks it is. There’s no reason this had to be 150 minutes either. You could so easily cut at least a half hour from this, and I found the final act especially tedious. But I dunno, it looks pretty gorgeous and I chuckled a few times and there’s some solid performances (especially from Charlbi Dean, who would’ve gone on to great things from this; no one should have to go that young), so I can’t be too mad at this. It’s whatever.