Trashtacular

Given Snyder's reputation for visually striking films, I approached Rebel Moon with a mixture of curiosity and guarded optimism. After all, how could a film featuring a dying planet and a band of rebels not deliver some level of excitement? Spoiler alert: it crashes and burns rather spectacularly.

What a joyless, magnificent mess of unintended comedy this is, a late-period fever dream so overloaded with Significance and “cinematic history” that it’s hard to know if Francis Ford Coppola’s Megalopolis comes to us as a time capsule from the future of movies, or as the smoldering effluence of Hollywood’s oldest, dearest delusions.