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>>213098330 (OP)
Gotta say, it's fantastic

To be fair, you have to have a colossally high IQ to truly appreciate Fant4stic. The sheer nuance of Miles Teller staring blankly into a green screen… the avant-garde pacing that boldly refuses to entertain… the way the entire third act folds in on itself like a dying star? It’s like Kubrick and Tarkovsky had a baby, and that baby was raised by David Lynch in a Chili’s parking lot.

Most people don’t get it. They see a “bad movie.” I see a postmodern deconstruction of the superhero genre disguised as a contractual obligation. When Sue Storm’s wig changes between scenes, that’s not a continuity error- it’s a metaphor for unstable identity in a fragmented society. And Doom? Oh, sweet Doom. A glowing green lawn gnome with godlike powers and all the emotional range of a toaster? That’s not bad writing- that’s satire.

Only true intellectuals can decipher the film’s message: "What if body horror, bureaucratic science, and zero chemistry collided in a beige dimension?" Most minds would crumble. Mine ascended.

I wear a lab coat and whisper “chronal displacement” into the void every night before bed. My dreams are scored by the sound of Reed Richards' neck stretching at 3 frames per second. This movie didn’t flop- it transcended success and looped back into anti-cinema.

And yes, I own six Blu-ray copies. One to watch. Five to absorb the residual genius.