Kinds of Kindness

Pretentious bullshit that loses its own thread and leaves you with a disjointed and, in the end, just plain boring mess. The shock value from absurd twists and turns dressed up with violent, hyper sexualized, and gross coverings don't make up for the empty shell of content underneath. It isn't meaningful allegory. It isn't deep. It's intellectual vomit disguised as something important or, even worse, something clever, and I want 3 hours of my life back. I'm not a huge fan of Lanthimos, but I at least found value in his other works. This just felt like the weird kid in high school where people assume they're intellectual because they're really weird, when in reality they're just spewing nonsense and hoping no one notices the disconnect isn't because they're smarter or deeper than you.

Loved Poor Things so watching this was a no brainer. So much going on, and I'm still thinking about it hours later. I'm going to have to watch it again.