All round superb performances Michael Shannon especially aren't enough to keep it afloat amidst it's thought to provoke but ultimately loose ended and rather a self-indulgent screenplay. It's a film about weakness and sorrow, coming to terms with and dealing with the pain of losing somebody that was once important to you and then succumbing to the emotion of anger.
And frustration at not being able to do anything about it, but the films constant 'and this represents' artistic style, while appreciated and commended started to grow tiresome after a while; if the movie represents anything it's that this is quite literally the biggest let down of the year. The films message about weakness definitely crawls on over to its conclusion because of the ending to this movie. The ending made me question the film as a whole and one of those questions was 'is there any real reason to view this ever again?'. Most definitely a film to cherish and love when talking about its visuals and performances but apart from that this is a perfect case of style over substance.
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