Have you ever seen a movie that’s not technically bad, but it wants soooooo desperately to have been directed by Edgar Wright that you can physically feel its……………. dysphoria(?? ?)? disappointment??……. at not having been directed by Edgar Wright(?) so keenly that you can’t focus on the action or plot and you actually start to feel sad for the movie in the way you would a real human person who obviously recognizes but is unable to live as their true self?
















