Burning ★★½

I've grown impatient with this sort of formally precise, vaguely genre-inflected stuff all loaded with signifiers about thwarted masculinity and socioeconomic struggle, as if the occasional grace notes like a sunset dance add some layer of class to the thriller stuff, or as if hearing Trump on the radio and setting this near the North Korean border makes it remarkably political. Is this a pensive, deliberately paced exercise in suspense, ambiguity, and modernity or a 2 1/2 hour slog about a dork who takes out his frustrations on a bully? Does it matter?