It’s about as close to a David Bowie album as a movie made by someone who’s not Bowie will probably get. 

There are some moments that nearly crack an emotional center on the guy, and I wish there was more of that, but he was a pretty cagey dude, so I guess you can only work with what you got.

I think every straight white person, particularly anyone who’s never lived in poverty, needs to sit down and watch this.

In the first ten minutes there’s a psychic, a dance marathon, and a boat theft, and the momentum doesn’t really let up from there. It does a really good job of distracting you from the fact that Godzilla is napping when he first appears and doesn’t do anything until an hour in.

Robert Eggers is Dark Gothic Wes Anderson