An absolutely batshit kaleidoscopic ride in an Everything, Everywhere, All at Once sort of way. No notes.

127 Minutes of Sømmer. Meh pixie dream girl Julie ricochets off two men (is it still cheating if they’re basically interchangeable?) on her injurious path to nowhere. Based on her daddy issues and total lack of female friends, would bet my left boob this was written by a man. You win, scorned self-insert scriptwriter (Aksel)—that ending you gave “Julie” was annihilating.

This movie’s impact on the millennial generation cannot be understated.

So beautifully and purposefully shot that if this were in color it would diminish it somehow.