At the 2025 Cannes Film Festival, Ari Aster unleashed "Eddington," a cinematic grenade lobbed straight into the already simmering political stew of the Riviera. Set in a tiny New Mexico town in the chaotic summer of 2020, this flick proudly wears the badge of "most likely to make you question your life choices and social media habits." Imagine a blender filled with conspiracy theories, mask debates, viral outrage, and racial tension, then hit puree—voila! That's your movie.
Critics reacted like they’d just tried to assemble IKEA furniture after three espressos: some praised its audacity and cerebral boldness, while others called it a racial provocation wrapped in a mess of confusion and existential dread. In true Aster fashion, the film refuses to provide any answers—because who needs closure when you can have endless debate and bewilderment? The audience's mood oscillated wildly from polite discomfort to a seven-minute standing ovation, because nothing says "masterpiece" like a crowd unsure whether to applaud or run for the exit.
"Eddington" doesn't just dramatize division; it expertly divides its viewers like a pro. And just when you thought Cannes couldn’t get more politically charged, along comes Aster to remind us all that we’re still stuck in 2020—only now with better lighting and more cryptic symbolism. Prepare for July 18th, when your local theater gets a fresh batch of psychological chaos on tap. Popcorn not included, existential dread sold separately.