Dillon(!)’s review published on Letterboxd:
"You are a product of all who came before you."
How the fuck do you make a film shot by Bill fucking Pope look like fucking garbage.
The phrase "flavor of the week," used to describe the (corporate) anti-artistry and unrelenting soullessness of entities like the MCU, continues to be represented by how all of these fake monstrosities persistently look like the polluted skies of the Industrial Revolution, feel like a black hole, sound like incomprehensible noise, perpetuate cultural rot, and function like an ever-mutating death machine that's racing to suck every inch of life left within you. Incompetent, purposeless, mind-numbing, etc. Another piece to a cyclical cogwheel that's eating everything in its path. Or simply: an emblem for property management.