This movie reminds me of modern fine art. Everyone knows it's absolute crap deep down and it takes far less talent than traditional art where an actual skill set had to be built up over years to make something look photorealistic or depict some religious scene. People will pay millions for trash modern art in attempt to seem unique.

EEAAO is akin to a Jackson Pollock painting. Some weirdo who thought he/she was really creative just flung "artistic" poo at the wall in a really weird way. The poo happened to align with tHe mEssAge somewhat so Hollywood began drooling all over it.

A few years from now absolutely no one will even remember this B-movie garbaggio that tricked a few drama nerds into caring about it.