The occasional spikes of laugh outloud humour aren't enough to save this sprawling, self-indulgent and frankly directionless mess.
Clutching a bag of prescription drugs; running the gauntlet through the menacing neighbourhood, to the dangerously run down apartment complex with creaking lift. It opened with one giant tip of it's loose-fitting hat in the direction of Joker - which is where the comparison between the two films ends.
Joaquim evolved as Joker, a fantastically tight film in which his character grows from a drooped, wheezing, trodden-down weed between the cracks on a filthy sidewalk, and finds a way to bloom - a dazzling bright, twisted foul blooming, full of noxious nectar. Here, Joachim's Beau simply twists and wheezes. There's plenty of other movies that get referenced here - it finishes on Truman Show's lake - at least that's when I finished with it and walked out.
It's the kind of pretentious script you'd expect the average too cool 22yr old film graduate to knock out; except no one in their right mind would usually fund such folly.
And the world Aster drops us into lacks the immerssive depth of his previous work.
However good Hereditary and Midsommer were, Aster won't get away with making many more of these tedious pieces of tripe; nor, one suspects, will A24 be willing to throw such big budgets at his films in future if this is the direction he's taking. They'll be well aware they were lucky to recover as much as they did from this...