I was on mushrooms watching this and still had a terrible time. Why all the acclaim for this asinine production? Take notes, film students: You, too, can win all of the awards if you include allll the things! Do you like peach cobbler? Make an entire set dedicated to peach cobbler! You can have peach cobbler chairs and peach cobbler clothes and-no wait! Now you should suck everyone into a new setting altogether because creative whiplash is cool now! We might revisit peach cobbler later for no reason, but now let's focus on horse racing where the protagonists are the horses, and the jockeys are pterodactyls (but, like...in a sad way). The creative direction here was akin to having someone scream in my face about 100 different topics while flashing a nearly continuous strobe of various colors for 2h 19m. I can only imagine this what it's like to be in the mind of a completely psychotic individual. The acting was good in that it was chaotic and ranged the spectrum of emotions, but that's all I got in terms of praise. This movie threw spaghetti at the wall in every possible way: costumes (You don't like bagel hair? Well how about hot dog fingers!); setting (Don't get too attached to the laundromat idea, because we're about to spend an insane amount of time looking at rocks in silence); themes (Love? No, betrayal! Actually, revenge! Sorry, it really was love...but then shame. Also fear. And of course there's the recurring you-can-do-anything-as-long-as-you-have-a-Bluetooth-earpiece-no-one-has-used-in-two-decades). I can't believe how much praise this is garnering. I'm just a millennial, but I really hope this kind of film doesn't become the norm. Watch Casablanca and then watch this, and tell me we're headed in the right direction.