Thought I had a free ticket for this one, would never intentionally have paid as much as $10, I know Aster's form.
It improves, from a blurry opening sequence, but never really finds its way, and overdoes the gross-outs. It won't make Joaquin's Highlights Reel, when he finally retires from the biz.
In the middle, there is a lengthy cartoon or fairy-story digression that could almost be excised entirely, and the movie wouldn't be any better or worse.
Sometimes, a messy movie can fall over the line, by really nailing the ending. This one does the reverse.
After 2 1/2 hours of bloated mommy-guilt and family psychosis, we could do with a little finesse, or a neat sidestep.
Instead, Aster amps it up even more, and plays the guilt all over again. Literally inside a stadium. Literally with an announcer.
It improves, from a blurry opening sequence, but never really finds its way, and overdoes the gross-outs. It won't make Joaquin's Highlights Reel, when he finally retires from the biz.
In the middle, there is a lengthy cartoon or fairy-story digression that could almost be excised entirely, and the movie wouldn't be any better or worse.
Sometimes, a messy movie can fall over the line, by really nailing the ending. This one does the reverse.
After 2 1/2 hours of bloated mommy-guilt and family psychosis, we could do with a little finesse, or a neat sidestep.
Instead, Aster amps it up even more, and plays the guilt all over again. Literally inside a stadium. Literally with an announcer.