A Mary Shelley-esque drama, I’d like to think had Frankenstein’s monster been loved and cared for, he’d have grown to become Godwin Baxter. Only, Godwin Baxter’s father did keep experimenting on his body and didn’t show love in an acceptable way or at all. Some paradox.

The visuals felt like you are walking inside a child’s fantastical imagination. Flying trams, breathtaking sunsets, poverty augmenting in a dessert near the sea, Yorgos Lanthimos has created a world where you’d want to…

I wish I could watch it again like I’m watching it for the first time. 

Found myself saying “I am in love with the colours” almost every 5 seconds. If I am ever able to master the craft of the visuals this film offered, I’ll turn into a narcissist. 

I often ask what makes a film a great film? This film gave me an answer, for me it’s the ability to show something mundane, simple, something fundamentally boring, something relatable,…