In isolation, most aspects of this movie are dynamite. The cinematography? Stunning. The soundtrack? Killer. The performances? Wowzers. But in its totality? Eh. 

Nothing works together here, and it just feels like a disjointed mess covered up by (very effective) glitz and glamour and shock. 

Genuinely, my favorite part of the movie was the naked dance at the end. I LOVED that. But I just wish the movie was cohesive and good enough that it made me feel like the wild moments were earned. 

Made Me Cry: When Emerald Fennell stole my daily choreography routine for the end scene.

I liked the movie. The 70’s-ish style was great, and the movie did feel like a modern version of those classic flicks. Immaculate vibes.  

I think it’s a bit overrated. The characters are good and the performances are a cut above, but it was just a better than average feel-good drama to me. 

Made Me Cry: Many times. It’s a feel good movie and I’m a sap. The little kid talking about Christmas back home did me in.

I like this movie, but like a lot of Fincher’s work, it leaves me feeling cold. I really enjoyed the style and direction, but it lacks that “thing” that makes me love a movie. 

Great execution. But it feels hollow. Brad Pitt eats though. 

Made Me Cry: Once, at the realization that I will never look like Brad Pitt.