“Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked;
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?”
In a film whose awe-inspiring cinematography, production, and performances are just as all-consuming and overpowering as the architecture László creates, it’s a shame that László himself is portrayed just as gray and dull as his concrete building blocks.
It felt like Brady Corbet tried to carve a new There Will Be Blood from the stones of the immigrant experience, only for it to be much too long and only a few inches thick.
