Never seen anything so proudly slow like this. It's a test of patience, but that enhances a sense of dread; not the urgent kind, but the narrative's lurking mystery becomes much more effective when Kubrick holds on to the silence and wariness of space like he does. Visually, it might be the undisputed best of its time. And the long, uneventful takes succeed at helping the viewer digest the visual identity of this titan. The opening minutes absorbed me, the…
Barely a written script, really. Evenly filled with big fan service moments that are SO dense and unfathomably corny, that it got some genuine laughs out of me. I'd love it if I were 11! It's this year's Morbius as both a cultural phenomenon, and an absolute dumpster of a blockbuster. Had it actually committed to the camp and featured a whole guy painted purple, without ever elaborating the fact, only then would it be respectable.