I have to kill you and no you can’t know why. Goodbye Mickey 68.
Wow a lot to unpack here.
Mark Ruffalo hasn’t been good in a while. Toni Collette dances across a knife’s edge in her overacting- Ruffalo crushes a canister of nerve gas in his. They make for a plausible but tonally mismatched pair.
And yes, the tone is kind of everywhere. That didn’t necessarily bother me as much as all the disparate plot threads that bong juggles…
