Most movies start off at like ~a baseline of 3 stars for me. Anything below that means it was offensively bad
I have truly never had a film physically impact me in this way, and I'm not talking about how I spent half the film wondering if my favorite potato with eyes, Miles Teller, makes those same horrible faces he made while playing the drums as he does while having sex. This shit got me so stressed I literally had to take a break throughout the movie multiple times.
All Oscar & other lesser awards buzz for J.K. Simmons is much deserved but idk why there isn't more buzz for my beautiful ugly hot frog prince as well.