Stylish, syncopated, structured--loved so many things about this, but felt like the ripe ground of brutalism, and a life spent engaging with it, was left unbroken by the end.

Energy peaked at the beginning for me (a jaw-dropping first 30 minutes or so) and dwindled into the slow, baity beats of a traditional biopic; still, I held out hope until the ending, which, unfortunately, breezed through the narrative, character, and conceptual arcs I was most interested in seeing.

A great biopic about power, relationship, the other, but not the great biopic about an architect that I was hoping for.

Beauty and gesture.

Profoundly and compactly philosophical, a true work of 19th century literature for a 21st century audience.

Extended well beyond the auteur's character study that I expected and capitalized on Lanthimos's thorough and incisive lens on actualization, relationship, and 'polite society'. 

Can't think of many works that feel like reading Frankenstein for the first time. This was that.

A ludicrously good movie that does not ask 'what are we doing' or 'why are we doing it', but rather, 'what more can we do?' and 'how far can we take this?'