I love Lynne Ramsay and this has been a major blind spot for me. The endless praise only made it more of a must for me. 

What the fuck. 

I’m convinced you all like this because the composition is gorgeous. I genuinely don’t know what else it could be. It’s sensationalist without any examination. It feels exploitative in a way that would’ve been regressive even 10 years ago. The lack of interest in exploring anything is most likely the point but it’s one that did not sit well for me. 

I don’t know. It’s frustrating because I wanted to like this but I found almost nothing here. Again, I’m assuming the point is nobody actually talks about Kevin. Maybe Ramsay is making the case that because of this, he turned out the way he did? 

Ughhhhh

This is just so shallow, so perverse in ways that aren’t interesting, so salacious in ways that don’t feel worth it. I found this lacking.