film of a lifetime. An extraordinary voyage traversing the wastelands, centred on the emergence of our oppressed heroine. Spending 2.5 hours within George Miller's ingeniously malevolent sandbox is pure fucking joy - masterfully constructed set pieces, stark contrasts between sadness and hilarity, and one of the decade's most cruelly funny ing performances. fucking monumental stuff this fellas. Should win every award if we’re being for real.

At least it’s a little gutsy in its attempt to document mourning and how the sensation of loss can be shaped by those around us, rather than merely masquerading itself as something moving like most projects we get these days. The actual quality of this is pretty typical for a modern horror straight-to-streaming release, though. functions decently well for the first 45 minutes or so, after which it quickly deteriorates into lifelessness.

a web of deception inside the corrupt realm that is the insurance world, with Wilder, as he always did, masterfully constructing each foreboding moment and employing every inch of space at all times - this took me far too long to finally get around to!

I wish Ethan Hawke got on the boat with them.