Quem diria que misturar Michael Haneke, Damien Chazelle e anticomunismo daria numa coisa tão linda
Most of the problems in this film are reflected in its closing credits. The text is all justified, making it impossible to read basically anything. I mean, why should anyone be able to read the names of the people who helped in the making of the movie, right, Mr. Lanthimos? Style is more important.
(However, still concerning the end credits, the use of "Skyline Pigeon" is just brilliant.)