A complex film about objective truth, distorted reality, and the perils of desire.
A complex film about objective truth, distorted reality, and the perils of desire.
It’s never a good sign when a highly anticipated, mega-budget summer movie is so dull that you’d rather take a nap.
Part art house film and part true crime tabloid serial, the jumbled, wacky true story is perfectly conveyed through this suitably oddball movie.
The film is ironic, satirical, and just plain weird, but it’s a riveting, unblinking rebuke of society’s willingness to commercialize a traumatized girl.
There are allusions to the ritual of spirituality and the doctrine of science, from sinners to global warming to feminism to gender roles. The aspirations are grand, but what does it all mean?
This bottled up biopic of restrained grief, trauma and faith isn’t an awful movie, but its failures lie in what it could’ve been.