Magical. Deep sadness lurking. C'est la vie.

Weird that THIS is the one people say kicked off the craze. Eerily tiptoeing on the precipice of horror, one can’t help but wish it fell in.

It’s oddly assuring knowing there is a figurative endless supply of these to consume whenever I feel the urge.

The Unironic Grand Gesture! Scope, scale and texture combined in a way we’ve rarely seen or felt since the 70s. Corbet ascends further up my ranks, building off all the strongest elements of Vox Lux and then some, flexing in wild ways. Brody is a powerhouse but Pearce is the real anchor, responsible for remarkably folding in humor to the already thematically dense first half, and horror, the second. And all with a cryptic, comparatively perfunctory fuck-you ending? Beautiful.