style: +5 stars: elevates an operatic sensibility in a way that only the cinematic medium can. every element on screen exists in its most concentrated form: the arresting colors, the undulating physicality of the performances, and a strong cadence that carries the musicality and even leaks into the dialogue. everything in this feels like an interjection.

substance: -3 stars: maybe it's because i'm not an artist but this just felt overly gratuitous in the most solipsistic way. like every single non-main character in this (so basically, everyone except Adam Driver) is so wooden and shallow, that the weird lack of empathy hollows any attempt at a focal point in the narrative, and they go through so many focal points that amount to nothing.

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