I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. This is my dream; this is my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor, and surviving.

As the boat crawls along the lake, much like the snail along a razor's edge, humanity, sanity, and, ultimately, reality seem to seep away from its occupants, with their charade of vitality outshined only by the depravity that their minds have spiraled into.

On the surface, "Apocalypse Now" appears…

A singular marvel, a transcendent fusion of sound, music, visuals, and animation, meticulously woven into an intricate, kaleidoscopic dance that seems to defy the very limits of the form. The opening sequence—a violent surge of syncopated drumbeats erupting into a mosaic of vivid, chaotic imagery—becomes more than just the film’s heartbeat. It is the pulse of the universe itself, reverberating through each frame like a seismic aftershock. Relentless. Frenzied. Hypnotic. It is not simply a sensory overload—it is a magnificent…

Inert, lifeless and neutered. 

Making a film called 'Civil War' leaning into that sense of apathy people feel towards the political mechanics of the country, is primed to be interesting even if it isn't all that good.

However, this is neither good nor interesting, it is a film that says absolutely nothing under the guise of being 'apolitical'. It wants to flaunt this utterly fragmented political landscape of the country, but has no interest in exploring how it came to…