Hot Milk

The aforementioned review with 7/10 rating is obviously written on ChatGPT. However, the following is not. It's honest to the point I regret having tried the movie. Because Hot Milk, as it turns out, is just hot water - an utter lack of substance since the given novel it adapts was too small for a feature film adaptation, anyways.

The movie is one of those oke offerings, as evident by the involvement of its lead actress whose character certainly incentivizes from the obnoxious of her true perona.

The "I'm so edgy, weird, unemotional" narrative has been overused and Emma Mackey acts it like she is spoofing Kristen Stewart from Twilight. The le&bian romance is superfluous and mostly to check the boxes and fill the runtime than to render the story coherent.

The quality of the movie is also dragged down by the filler moments, and there are a lot of them, to fill the time while expecting viewers to just turn their brains off and adore the "alluring beauty of nature, the ocean, the waves, the sun-bathing frames," etc.

None of these are effective if the viewer has an intellectual side to them rather than mere artistic, spiritual, philosophical, or liberatian-oriented sides.

Hot Milk is as narroa, shallow, and hollow as movies can get.