[radio edit]’s review published on Letterboxd:
film about how big ben misses music festivals and shit art installations, even the bit where you watch someone else do salvia.
this being the much-vaunted post-corna horror and it literally just consisting of a guy walking through a disinfecting station before a ben wheatley film happens is perfect, just textbook wheatley "nice to talk about, no need to watch it" stuff.