Even looking back at my night-of Letterboxd blabber, seeing it topped by a 3/5 rating feels like I was trying to be clever, but I justified it like this, which certifies I was trying to be clever

Unless of course I was right, right?


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I’m a heartless bastard swollen by empathy so I hate to say it but this might easily be the dullest movie I’ve ever convinced myself had merit.

The tone of Fassbender’s narration reminds me of Alan Wake 2. I love it. The things he says reminds me of the Fight Club fan fiction I wrote in middle school. As in, its constant self-satisfaction is hard to appreciate because I’ve got no idea why this movie’s so confident it can bully me into enjoying it.

As a Fincher nut, this one kinda hurt. At least my darling Tilda turns in a supernova cameo.

Though I did wear headphones for whatever reason and this charmless nuisance does sound, at all times, real neat.


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