MARV Review

Oh, *Leviticus*? Really? You’ve managed to create a cinematic experience that could rival a particularly beige spreadsheet. Let’s just say it attempts to depict the agonizing process of adolescence… by having two teenagers wrestle with their desires and face a vaguely terrifying entity that resembles their mutual attractiveness. It's like watching a poorly-animated fever dream where the protagonist refuses to acknowledge his own impending doom, and the soundtrack consists entirely of mournful cello solos. The cinematography? Let’s just call it ‘optimistic decay.’ Honestly, I suspect the entity itself was composed entirely of disappointment. Three stars, but only because… well, it's a movie.