First half is pretty much exactly what I expected and then some. A PTA-like portrait of how the American hyper-capitalist immigrant experience perpetuates the very persecution that caused the immigrant to flee their homeland in the first place. Gorgeous Vista Vision photography, a hypnotic piano-heavy score, and mesmerizing performances from Brody and Pearce help to paint this picture in a way that truly leaves one astonished that movies like this can still be made. Utterly flawless. I’ll admit though, I struggled with some thematic choices in the second half, particularly some very obvious and somewhat tasteless visual metaphors, and what I felt was omission masquerading as ambiguity in how the film engages with the characters’ Zionist ends. This isn’t to say that Corbet doesn’t touch on how tragically cyclical all of these systems are, but strangely I think my biggest complaint is that this actually should’ve been even longer to fully send those specific ideas home. Idk though, my mind could be changed on that point, but certainly not on what a fucking incredible moviegoing experience this was.