Herbert West was so right about conquering brain death because the rate at which this movie has melted my mind over the last 2.5 weeks is insurmountable.

A really lovely little video essay, and the scrappier parts of the production served the theme of self creation quite well.

I wish this movie trusted me with ambiguity and uninhibited surrealism instead of explaining absolutely everything in no uncertain terms at all times.

I suddenly need Bowen Yang, Ethan Slater, and Marissa Bode to make out Challengers-style.

This movie desperately needed to be a brisk 50 minutes.