eddie’s review published on Letterboxd:
don't criticize my manifesto
a less direct and more fanciful continuation of Budapest, exploring history through meticulous artifice with just enough humanity to pull off the high-wire act. on a stylistic and narrative level, it's like Wes is playing with an inverted nesting doll — every time he opens it up it somehow gets larger, more major. every trick in his book is played, but the editing brings it from potentially exhausting to generally breezy. once the structural conceit is complete and all the cards are on the table, all he has left to give is emotion.