Plus budgeting for the project... in order for the writer/ director to make this film and then (rightfully) never be asked to work in the entertainment industry ever again.
Truly awful, senseless, self indulgent garbage. Four years at an Ivy League film school and this talentless piece of hyper-sexualized, tweaked out fever dream was the result. I have bruises all over my forehead from watching this. My palm is swollen and red. My knuckles are bruised. There are holes in my drywall.
One of the worst films ever made. How the marketing team convinced the others to write all these reviews, I will never know. Perhaps viewing the film before reviewing it wasn't a requirement.
I request that the runtime of this film be reinstalled at the end of my life, when I will be needing It the most.
Truly awful, senseless, self indulgent garbage. Four years at an Ivy League film school and this talentless piece of hyper-sexualized, tweaked out fever dream was the result. I have bruises all over my forehead from watching this. My palm is swollen and red. My knuckles are bruised. There are holes in my drywall.
One of the worst films ever made. How the marketing team convinced the others to write all these reviews, I will never know. Perhaps viewing the film before reviewing it wasn't a requirement.
I request that the runtime of this film be reinstalled at the end of my life, when I will be needing It the most.