

I don’t think Resurrections is a film that can be talked about plainly. Not right now, anyway.
It’s really interesting because it’s an almost objectively terrible movie, but it’s self-aware of that, as if it were mocking people for being interested in the first place, deliberately rubbing their noses in the carpet shit-stain they somewhat innocently paid to see. And so, it is a film that wields its audience as a weapon against the producers that forced its birth, and there is essentially no way this plays out without a lot of unbridled anger and resentment.
I actually like it for having the balls to be that awful. But for a lot of people, who simply do not care about the “broader conversation” this film sits within, there’s just nothing else to talk about but how boring that particular Sunday was for them.
Don’t worry, buddy, I’ll get you started. 🫡