BOY KILLS WORLD (2023) REVIEW

"Boy Kills World" is like a cinematic rollercoaster ride, but instead of exhilarating twists and turns, it's a loop of confusion and Frosty Puffs-fueled mayhem. Picture this: enemies of the state getting offed on live TV by none other than cereal mascots. Yes, you read that right. If that doesn't scream "spoiler alert," I don't know what does!

The movie serves up a buffet of over-the-top action, with Bill Skarsgård as Boy on a quest for vengeance against the Van Der Koy family, who ruined his childhood faster than you can say "Snap, Crackle, Pop." Skarsgård's character narrates his inner turmoil like he's auditioning for a one-man show, but hey, at least he still finds time to munch on his beloved Frosty Puffs. Talk about priorities!

Amidst the chaos, the film tries to sprinkle in some media criticism, but it's like trying to find a needle in a haystack made of explosions. The Van Der Koys, led by Michelle Dockery as Melanie, are as subtle as a sledgehammer, with Sharlto Copley as Glen adding his special brand of buffoonery to the mix. And let's not forget Brett Gelman's frustrated artist, whose speeches are as pompous as his family's public demonstrations.

As for the action scenes, they're like a video game on steroids, with limbs flying and blood splattering in every direction. It's like the directors took a page out of the "Street Fighter" playbook and cranked it up to eleven. But instead of feeling the adrenaline rush, you're left feeling more numb than after a dentist's appointment.

In the end, "Boy Kills World" is like a bowl of Frosty Puffs—sweet, crunchy, and ultimately lacking substance. Sure, there are moments of meta-criticism and clever commentary, but they're buried beneath layers of flashy camerawork and hammy performances. It's a wild ride, but one that leaves you wondering if you should've just stayed home and poured yourself a bowl of cereal instead.

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