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Poor Things was the best movie I had seen. Kinds of Kindness was, hands down the worst. I cannot go into detail because to do so would be to live the excruciatingly experience again. Three hours of indulgent misery.

Am I the only one who didn't like this movie?? I tried to find redemption in the scenery, the characters, the cinematography...... but the burning question was how could a pub full of people watch someone gradually self mutilated to the point they ultimately played the fiddle fingerless on one hand without raising a red flag (excuse the pun) about their mental health??? If this was supposed to be an allegory for the troubles on the mainland surely they could have found a better and less bloody plot twist.