This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Fred Durst ripping a kid's head out of an exploding tv screen wasn't on my 2024 bingo card. But I must say, it might be the best thing I've seen all year.
The neon pinks and swampy greens remind me not only of a kind of cosmic static, but also of a healing bruise. That's the image I just couldn't shake. A bruise --- a blooming subcutaneous wound struggling to filter out life's trauma with the same desperate gargle as…