All encompassing. I left the theatre feeling physically, mentally, and emotionally disoriented. Everything in the film catered to that confused, heaviness — the score, the cinematic, the acting. It embodied the devastation of Laszlo’s plight, the complexities of prejudice, and the devastation that is the “American Dream.”
Throughout the movie, it felt like the cruelness was so apparent, yet so ungraspable — hard to pin down to one moment, one line, one exchange. The injustices were just all around. Mirroring…
