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The Brutalist, directed by Brady Corbet, is a bold, sprawling film that swings for the fences but stumbles hard enough to earn a 4/10 . Clocking in at over three and a half hours-complete with an intermission-this tale of an architect carving out a life in post-WWII America is as monumental as the concrete structures it showcases. Unfortunately, it's also just as cold and unwieldy, leaving you more fatigued than fulfilled.

The movie starts strong, pulling you in with a magnetic lead performance from Adrien Brody, who carries the weight of his character's journey with quiet intensity. The visuals are a knockout-shot in VistaVision, every frame is a work of art, drenched in shadow and ambition. The score rumbles with a brooding energy that promises something epic. For a while, it feels like you're in for a masterpiece, a sprawling saga that could rival the greats.

But somewhere along the way, the film loses its footing. The pacing sags under an indulgent runtime, and the story veers into territory that feels overstuffed and unfocused. It's as if the director built a grand foundation but forgot to keep the structure tight or the heart accessible. The technical brilliance is there-stunning cinematography, a commanding atmosphere-but it's all in service of a narrative that struggles to connect or resonate. Supporting players like Guy Pearce bring flashes of life, but they're not enough to lift the weight of the film's excesses.

At 4/10, The Brutalist earns points for its sheer audacity and Brody's compelling presence. It's a visual and technical achievement that might hook fans of ambitious cinema. But for all its towering aspirations, it's a slog that feels more like an endurance test than a rewarding experience. It's a brutal miss that could've soared with a sharper edit and a clearer soul.

Created by someone whose only experience with BDSM was watching the movie Fifty Shades of Grey and a porn video they accidently discovered on someone else's laptop. Very ordinary, with minimal nudity and half glimpses of body parts or faces offscreen, as if they were filming for a PG-13. They also take every opportunity to replace her with video of the man caressing a dog. Antonio Banderas is apparently also a terrible bed partner.

It's something of a feat how this movie manages to make a movie about Nicole Kidman's sexual fantasies completely unsexy. All of the main characters exhibit deeply unhealthy behaviors, but more than that, they are simply intensely unlikeable. The longer the story dragged on the more I hated everyone involved.