What this does is allow her to make a film unlike any other, to key in on emotional beats and experiences others dare not slow down enough to observe.
Boston Strangler is precisely the kind of media Kilgariff described as cold, one whose immense effort goes toward the tired staples of period recreation and carefully laid out plot beats instead of contending with reality.
A satisfying endpoint must be conjured without losing the absurdity of the hook, a balance Cocaine Bear strikes uneasily.
Ant-Man is being asked to kick off Phase 5 of the wayward universe, a challenge he rises to meet.
Baumbach has made a deeply strange film, and he managed to make it big, loud, and potently concerned with the things that keep us up at night. And he made it hilarious. God bless him.
It’s guaranteed to be one the stranger movies you could sidle into at your local AMC, and it’s worth taking a bite out of.