And he’s “still processing it.”
If this is how he “processes,” I can’t wait to read the final review.
This film tells something like five or six stories, some very short and some a little longer, and they all reflect that grim, morbid, sadomasochistic thing that Miller’s got going on, and while any one segment of this film might be an interesting watch in its own right, putting all of them together and sitting through them all in one go is a little much. You can only introduce, and then bump off, so many protagonists — and by that I mean the main character in any particular sergment — before it gets a bit wearying. And that’s before we take into account the sheer repetition of all the dismemberings, beheadings, and wounds to the male groin that take place over the course of this film.