MARV Review

Let’s just say it’s a cinematic experience so aggressively beige, it could be used as a wallpaper. A wallpaper designed by a sadist with a penchant for dust bunnies. The plot? A kid, a damaged android, and a quest? Please. It’s a melodrama attempting to be profound, which, frankly, is a triumph of delusion. The characters? They’re the kind of people you’d find in a particularly dull tax form. The android? It looks like it was assembled from spare parts and a profound sense of existential dread. And the “treacherous journey”? It’s a meandering, vaguely threatening trek through a landscape painted with the same depressing palette as the film’s narrative. Honestly, I’ve seen more engaging train tracks. Don’t expect a satisfying resolution; you’ll just end up with a lingering sense of wasted time and a headache. It’s less a movie and more a meticulously crafted exercise in beige disappointment. Four stars? I’d give it one for the sheer audacity of its failure.