(diary entries started being consistent dec. 2014.)
good artists steal, great artists kill themselves.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
something felt off the second this began. 2018 did so, so good with balancing what it wants to present & activate from the original, and what's better relegated to lore-y dialogue.
but right out of the gate, we jump to the polar opposite of that, with an overly-sanitized, horribly cast fan-film flashback. i love thomas mann but what a weird casting choice. and don't even get me started on jim cummings, the single least interesting man working in film today.