The equivalent of a Jacques Rivette mixtape with all his favourite themes and ideas rehashed and recycled; done better in other films but echoes can tell you what you missed in the original sound. Just needs air horns and some adlibs by Godard.
Detached neoliberal arthouse aesthetic of 2010s finally makes sense when you consider most of those intellectually and spiritually moribund films delude themselves into thinking that they look like this.
Strange because Sun Don’t Shine feels so singular. This is the A24 masturbatory slow burn x mumblecore impotent improvisation mash-up that if nothing else serves as the raison d’etre for the “nobody: “ meme.
Haneke depicts the bourgeois as complacent and lacking discernment, but it's that exact complacency and lack of discernment from those very same people that he owes his success and popularity to! That's the only mystery to see here