Look, I appreciate the 40 minutes of deep dive on the symbolism of the protagonist wearing a brown sweater in Act II, but let's be real. That whole movie was two hours of a guy staring blankly out a window because the writer couldn't think of a conflict. Zayn keeps trying to tell me it's "existential dread," but I think it was just gas. When are we going to admit that half the 'masterpieces' we analyze are just beautifully shot excuses for boredom? Fight me. 🍿