Woke garbage poo.
It is a cinematic trainwreck that somehow escaped the editing room, stumbling onto screens with the grace of a drunk toddler. Directed by Jacques Audiard, this supposed genre-bending musical-crime-drama mashup is less a bold experiment and more a bloated, incoherent mess that insults your intelligence and your eardrums in equal measure. It’s as if someone threw Scarface, a telenovela, and a rejected Broadway demo into a blender, hit puree, and called it art.