MARV Review

Let’s just say it’s a cinematic trainwreck masquerading as a political drama. The plot’s a tangled mess of half-baked ideas and predictably melodramatic moments. The characters are cardboard cutouts, each suffering from a backstory that feels more contrived than compelling. Emma Mackey, bless her heart, is saddled with a script that’s less a sophisticated narrative and more a frantic scramble to fill every available moment with exposition. The film’s attempts at social commentary feel heavy-handed and frankly, dull. It's a beige landscape of missed opportunities, a testament to a director who clearly has a penchant for overthinking things. Frankly, it’s a visual and narrative disappointment, a lukewarm puddle of ambition and underdeveloped ideas.