Men

Men

Garland is mostly inept at doing cosmic horror and everything that comes with the dinner. One thuddingly obvious idea contorted but not really stretched; the film feels like it’s almost always battling uphill forever in search of a provocative image or tense sequence. Buckley is adrift here, never managing to salvage much; there are glimmers of a performer briefly transcending the material, but Garland’s script smothers any of that goodwill. Imagine mother! (say what you will of that film) but drugged and drained of its maximalist reach and comedic absurdity. To be fair, went in thinking very little of Garland and expected to dislike this, but was actually shocked by how little of this resonates. Both thrilling and depressing to see a film and in the moment realize the director probably couldn’t make a worse film if he tried. The admiring from a distance “offers more questions than answers” crowd stays winning. What an awful, empty experience.

Ty Landis liked this review