Nah, Enterprise was always trash, but I have always liked the Lynch film and so did a lot of people. It’s not called a cult classic for nothing. Talk about robots, Chalamet only has one mode in this film: emo mumbler. The kid is wearing a black trench coat on a lovely spring day like it’s 1998 or something. I liked him in Little Women, but here he’s just awful. Everyone who isn’t Jason Momoa has the personality of plaster. And my god that droning music. Give me Brian Eno’s operatic guitars any day of the week.