Well, good evening everybody. This is going to be a tale of two movies.

One is called Megalopolis, and the other is called Speak No Evil.

One is basically like a stoner telling you about his Art Deco Fever Dream,

and the other is a pretty taught intense human drama of the effects of

cowardice and a lack of boundaries. So, no with regards to me...

Look, I knew going into it that Megalopolis was going to be agony.

It is, if you've ever had someone spend two and a half hours telling you about the dream they

had, backtracking, changing, not giving you any context, not telling

you what anything, how anything hangs together, and then you never get a chance to analyze

it because you'd rather chew an electrical cable or pee on the third rail of a subway car

rather than listen to any more of it, you've had the megalopolis experience.

And first of all, no shade on Adam Driver,

although he did start off with the absolute humiliation

ritual of playing the masturbating psycho

in Lena Dunam's girls series.

And ever since then, he basically growls and snaps his way.

This sort of combination of Leonard Nimoy and Planet of the Apes look that he's got going on with,

you know, you're a rich guy you know good lord get a couple of moles dealt with I don't want to look like an inverse

Picture of the night's guy so that's so it was just terrible. Oh my God. All right. Now there's some movies that are so bad they're good. I

offer you Kroll the Barbarian or Kroll the Conqueror. I offer you

you a barberian or Kroll the conqueror. I offer you up

uh... Conan the second, whatever it was, Conan the destroyer.

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