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.
All the attempts to say anything about abuse gets filtered through the story’s unreal elements, and they reflect back only the most basic ideas on the topic before completely losing the thread.