MARV Review

Mercy? Please. It’s a meticulously crafted exercise in navel-gazing about a man and a toaster. The plot? A detective trying to prove his innocence while simultaneously battling a sentient AI judge? Seriously? It’s like watching a beige-colored spreadsheet of existential dread. The characters? Let’s just say they’re desperately trying to avoid looking at each other. The AI Judge? A digital deity demanding a flawless performance of grief. It’s profoundly, profoundly dull. The audience gets to spend a solid ninety minutes contemplating the futility of human existence, which is frankly, a rather tiresome pastime. Enjoy your lukewarm, emotionally-detached viewing experience.