Fish out of water.
Out of water fish.
Out of fish water.

I love how Wyatt Russell radiates "some guy" energy but when he raises his voice the Kurt seeps out a little.

Post-cinema. A sobering invective about how utterly incapable this medium is of truly confronting evil and honoring the victims of atrocities. We can soak up the ambient dread for two hours but it's still 1s and 0s processed into a digital image and projected on a screen.

Found this to be a huge bummer, one of the most important film artists of the 20th century utterly losing the thread of what a utopia might mean in our current moment and becoming utterly subsumed by the worst aspects that shooting digital and filling the world with CGI offers. Remarkably shambolic in its form and without much of the reflexivity of what would mark a great work of late style either, the campy kitsch of it can only get you so far. Where's the ion? Where's the synthesis of form and content? Eh