I found the films of Yorgos Lanthimos weirdly engaging at first. Well, not “engaging” as much as oddly diverting with an emphasis on the weirdly doleful. Then came The Favourite and I — everybody — was fully on board. I was pretty much delighted by Poor Things except for the last 10 or 15 minutes. And then I slammed on the brakes after seeing Kinds of Kindness….fuck was that? Now I’m kinda down on the guy. This morning I told a friend that “I don’t like Lanthimos anymore,” but that’s not really it. I just don’t want to sit through another Kinds of Kindness experience again…ever!
