Warwick Thornton's deeply personal rumination on manual process, isolation and healing.
Cinema doesn't get more therapeutic than this.
A criminally underseen masterpiece.
*Apologies for the lack of structure, this isn't exactly a review, just some quick and messy thoughts on the film.*
Far From Home's first 40 minutes is perhaps the messiest thing the MCU has put out in its 23-film run. I don't know what happened, but the entire first act flows very weirdly. Scenes just don't feel rushed, but the cuts in between them feel very rough, leading me to think there were some last minute cuts made by the…