Two Years ago I posted here that this was the worst movie I'd ever seen.

I've just rewatched this--and nothing has changed. It's literally the most boring, nonsensical, saddest excuse of a movie ever created. And before one of you responds, "Surely you don't mean the worst movie you've EVER seen." Yes, I mean the worst.

This was one of those movies Directors create for the snobby people. You know, the ones who would rather die than call something a "movie" and not a "film." You see them every day--many won't watch anything that costs more than a certain budget. Some will only watch movies by a French director with a hard-to-pronounce name, and even then they'll only watch movies created on the fourth day of the month of August between the years of 1944 and 1947 while simultaneously drawling on and on about the mise en scene.

I once saw a post on this movie a year ago, where an IMDB user literally wrote 5k words about the meaning behind the scene where the guy who looks like Eminem randomly exits his car, punches the main character in the face, and then returns to his car.

In other words, this movie exists for the people who feel smart by bashing Transformers, for the people who would believe a homeless man randomly sleeping in an art museum to be an exhibit, which explores the metaphor of isolation.

In reality, this movie *beep* sucks.