Liminaliminaliminaliminaliminal. It's funny when a film inspires just about everyone to use the same descriptor, like with the very-not-funny The Zone of Interest. At least there's no bana-liminal-ity of evi-liminal within these yellowed hallowed halls.
Anyhow, the film is a strange beast. It's at its best as when it operates as an amped-up version of Parsons' YouTube work, which I dutifully binged yesterday, but its trauma allegory, character study elements, human-originated manifestations, and sidelining of the corporate conspiracy were not…