Review of The Souvenir: Part II

The film equivalent of smelling ones own fart and enjoying it. What happens when money is thrown at privileged, talentless hacks who write a story about their petite bourgeoise struggles as a privileged "artist" with first world problem like a waste of space loser who croaked and terrible criticism at film school which is horrifyingly traumatic for said privileged and pretentious victim, but mummy and daddy are at hand with the cheque book to save this farting artist and give her the career promised her, because we all know once destiny manifests, the BFI which loves the fart in the air will come and reward the white woman with there cheque book to make more motion picture farts like this. Clearly the 7.2 rating is due to the paid fart smellers giving this film that lacks substance, reason, and talent a chance whereas actual talent is kept at bay. Clearly money talks. One of the worst films ever made.