ocahill’s review published on Letterboxd:
Me, not understanding a single thing that’s going on: “god this movie is kinda pretentious bullshit”
Also me, begging to see the original three hour cut: “please give me more table scraps mr. Iñarritu”
It’s entirely self satisfying, but it’s so beautifully shot that I really don’t care. I have some problems with Iñarritu (Roman Polanski petition signer), but man does the guy know how to make a movie that will occupy my brain space for weeks to come.
I’d rather watch something self indulgent from a person with an interesting sense of self than anything by someone with nothing to say.