Visually stunning, sometimes as hard to follow as a litter of kittens as a catnip convention, hard to love but you linger longer than you expect. Teetered between magical realism and emotional fatalism. In the end, glad I watched it, need to lean more on the source material.

"For what is a man? What has he got? If not a composite, Than he has not?" Dad, how did I get made? It's simple, son. When life and death love each other very much, they get together (so to speak) and...

"For what is a man? What has he got? If not a composite, Than he has not?" Dad, how did I get made? It's simple, son. When life and death love each other very much, they get together (so to speak) and the totality of all beings from scavengers to predators are tossed into a great big genetic mixing bowl which spans millions of years, eclipses memory & morality, & badda boom, your monstrous visage parades across gallantly totally oblivious to the fact that you're a mere protein smudge on the windscreen of Guillermo del Toro's Bugatti racing to the end of

Robert Anton Wilson described the 8th and final "circuit," or evolutionary leap of the human mind, to be one in which we would be able to encode our DNA at will based on the changing environment- to p...

Robert Anton Wilson described the 8th and final "circuit," or evolutionary leap of the human mind, to be one in which we would be able to encode our DNA at will based on the changing environment- to put it very simply. Lanthimos parallels, albeit at a very bent angle, by stipulating that our greatest leap forward is backwards, back to that which has caused us to topple our mothers from power, make eunuchs from wounded prophets and recapitulate extinction. This is a film pitting the mother-as-other versus the mother-as-familiar. Lanthimos, ever the troubled child, does not proffer an easy winner.

No man is an island, but pregnant mothers have a tendency to decamp on them for our cultural amusement. This film isn't getting great reviews, and I am not sure why? What are they expecting our mother...

There's a circle of life that's a cul-de-sac Our ancestors once blessed become our arsenic Give them the mythical cinema They'll raise you an editor's anathema And you're left with a film that's mythi...