Hard for me to come to any sort of summary rating; what it does well is stunning but is also what Cosmatos seems to be able to do in his sleep (eye-popping grainy visual flair/flare, trippy production design, fab sounds, period-specific evocations, amusing weird scripting specificity with great pseudo/scientific jags), and yet it's so dumb in a place deep down in its bones that it not only got on my nerves but made me kind of second-guess my feelings about his previous films, which deploy some of the belaboured fetishistic qualities that go on here. But reading about Cosmatos discussing how this film is loosely based on his own experience with collecting opens it up for me and makes me feel ungenerous, and also I suspect if I hadn't jumped ahead and watched this that it would have been head and shoulders above the rest of the series.