MARV Review

Let’s just say it's a surprisingly beige film. A plague, you see? It’s a *plague* of boring. The peasant, apparently, is fighting a war. Honestly, the whole concept resembles a badly-drawn flowchart. And the rebellion? Please. It’s less uprising, more a slow, agonizing collapse of hope fuelled by a slightly more depressing backdrop. The audience, naturally, is given a chance to passively observe this futile effort. They’ll probably just sigh in dramatic boredom. It's the cinematic equivalent of watching paint dry – except with more existential dread.