Megalopolis is what happens when a legendary director has zero oversight and a massive bank account. It is a magnificent wreck—visually stunning and intellectually ambitious, but almost entirely incomprehensible as a standard movie.
For a teenager who is a budding cinephile or obsessed with architecture and history, it’s a fascinating artifact. For everyone else, it’s a long, confusing sit that feels more like a lecture than a blockbuster. If you’re looking for a family movie night, this isn’t it; if you’re looking for something to argue about for three hours afterward, you’ve found your winner.




