🔪 Leighton Trent 🔪’s review published on Letterboxd:
🌭🥯 T̷̫͉̰͕̒́h̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ O̵̷̪̰ͩ͆ͅn̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟û̶͙̽̿͆̈ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡t̴͕͖͓̀i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟s̩͙͖̋͛͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ T̷̫͉̰͕̒́ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚ Ŗ̴̪̈̄͞û̶͙̽̿͆̈ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ T̷̫͉̰͕̒́h̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊m̶̷͔ͪ̽͡ Ȧ̶̵̗̳ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ 🥯🌭
There is no way to review this. There is nothing I can say. There are no words I can type.
I cannot do any justice to the weirdest and possibly the best theatrical experience I'll have all of 2022. And recency bias be damned, this is the most exciting theatrical experience I've had with a large crowd around me in the last five years. We all ate up the frenetic, kinetic narrative like some special kind of chocolate for the first 110 minutes and all cried together for the last thirty when the film finally bares its vulnerable soul at the center of its butt plug and hot dog-filled heart.
Every single film released now doesn't live up to the hype that precedes them... except this one. That this film exists is a miraclous highwire acrobatic act of storytelling that stands on the shoulders of all the multiversal universes surrounding it at each and every cineplex and declares itself King. There will not be a braver film this year. My googly third eye has been opened. All Hail Daniels! 🛐
My body was ready. My mind was ready... My heart was not ready.
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