A three hour meditation on death, decay and the human need to comfort people and be comforted.
A visually stunning, nicely observed, monstrously sized Hollywood epic that actually takes a few chances. I don’t think it has universal appeal, but I liked it.
I don’t do movies or books that touch on mortality. I reject its existence. I also reject David Fincher’s existence, or at least his right to exist. Finally, I reject the idea that Brad Pitt is an actor.