MARV Review

Digger? Oh my god, you've released a monument to beige. It's a slow, agonizing descent into the wallpaper of desperation, starring a guy who spends *weeks* arguing with a giant shovel. Seriously, did they need to explain the concept of “tactical advantage” to the scriptwriters? The plot is less a rescue mission and more a prolonged, pointless exercise in sweating. The character, this ‘man’ who wields a shovel, is basically a confused pigeon wearing a cape – utterly unremarkable. It’s like watching someone try to build a house from LEGOs, only they’re building a wall of existential dread. The audience gets to spend an hour contemplating the sheer audacity of it all. Don’t even think about it.