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Bugonia continues Yorgos Lanthimos's longstanding obsession with human beings trapped inside pathological systems, with the difference that this time the darkness is not delivered as bitter comedy, but as an exhausting and punishing experience. As always, Lanthimos turns confined spaces into laboratories for examining power, madness, and decay, yet the result is less revelatory than it is suffocating and merciless. The film attempts to critique the delirium of the social-media age and the poisoned mentality of conspiracy thinking, but it becomes so immersed in hatred and paranoia that the line between exposure and reproduction of that very psychological violence ultimately disappears.

Jesse Plemons's performance is physically and psychologically daring, though this extremity gradually turns into repetition. Emma Stone, despite her intelligence and remarkable physical control, is trapped in a role that is too one-dimensional to offer her any meaningful new terrain. It often feels as though the director is less interested in character than in the orchestration of suffering; several sequences deliberately push toward the border of discomfort without generating fresh meaning.

The film's larger problem emerges in its final stretch: an incoherent philosophical ambition. The abrupt conceptual turn not only weakens the earlier themes, but also risks drifting into an unintended validation of conspiracy-driven worldviews. In the end, Bugonia becomes not a sharp satire, but a grim and chaotic experience that above all howls a corrosive distrust of humanity.

The Shadow's Edge is less a coherent thriller and more a showcase for Jackie Chan's physical abilities at age seventy-one. The fight sequences remain energetic and inventive, but a muddled narrative, rushed explanations about cryptocurrency, and the police's exaggerated reliance on smart technologies weigh the film down and drain it of momentum. The emotional storyline tied to the hero's past is drawn out too long, suffocating the pacing.

In the end, the film serves more as a reminder of Chan's glorious past than as a compelling, self-standing work in today's cinema.

Train Dreams is a film that relies more than anything on the viewer's patience- a quiet, meditative work steeped in natural landscapes that seeks to recreate the experience of life in the American West in a poetic manner. Drawing inspiration from contemplative, nature-centered cinema, Clint Bentley has crafted a film that is visually striking and at times breathtaking. The extraordinary cinematography, untouched landscapes, and use of natural light evoke a sense of nature's silent grandeur, which stands as one of the film's greatest strengths.

However, Train Dreams falters in structure and pacing. Its excessive slowness, loose construction, and lack of dramatic pull gradually wear down the viewer's focus. Rather than advancing its themes, the film repeatedly stalls in the same philosophical meditations and fails to allow its ideas to deepen. Although this unresolved, pessimistic view of life's meaning can be powerful in moments, it ultimately cannot carry the weight of a feature film on its own.

Joel Edgerton's performance is the film's emotional anchor. With minimal dialogue, he conveys exhaustion, sorrow, and the inner silence of a lonely man with striking clarity. Felicity Jones also brings warmth and credibility, adding a human presence to the film's cold and muted world. Still, in the end, the film feels more like a beautiful but unfinished exercise in cinematic poetry than a fully realized experience.