Just walked out of Eddington, incredibly dark, pretty interesting. I'll have to digest, but my first reaction is that it's incisive as a picture of white American male emasculation in particular. There is a generalized epistemological unmooring across the board which kind of dooms any average straight-talking man from every direction—Joe's mentally ill wife leaving him for the young cult leader, his suffocating mother-in-law who accidentally gaslights her into it, the utter impossibility of being an underfunded sheriff in a dying town where the kids (and outside money) are technologically accelerating but nothing else can keep up. The way Joe's authentic drive to fix his town and family gets captured by the strategic necessity of playing a social media game that is at once beneath him and over his head. Watching him sink into it... So dark, but painfully real in many little details, squeamishly so. It's all very overloaded with contemporary signifiers but this overloading does really make it cut so close to the bone. I enjoyed how crazy and intense it was, though I think it was probably overall horrifically ugly, and I think it will age very badly. In 50 years I suspect it will make no sense and be unwatchable.