There's no agreed upon definition of art, but maybe: a purposeful creation that makes you feel things.

I'm unsure why I'm supposed to feel anything. I find myself completely disconnected from every garbage character and garbage every action. The only thing I notice is the lack of caring whether they win or lose or live or die.

I don't care about the rock because it has been poorly pictured. I don't care about the conga of frankly stupid people trying to take from each other, no matter how much, despite already having plenty. There's just nothing that makes me interested in this hectic nonsense.

It seems to be one of those movies that try to overwhelm the viewer with the unrelenting torrent of stuff, but if you don't get easily overwhelmed, it does nothing.