I really enjoyed the first half. I was hoping it’d continue to philosophically escalate and build suspense more and more. Then in the end, nothing, a big fake out. All that suspense was for no reason and the big idea wasn’t heresy but facing fear in pursuit of truth or something. It didn’t end as well as it started for me - the middle to ending felt arbitrary so I emotionally divested - but it was enjoyable.

We saw it at a local theatre. We weren’t told until after, but the air conditioning had gone out, so most of us found ourselves drenched in sweat not realizing everyone else was suffering the same. A younger woman we talked to as we left said, “I thought I had started menopause.”