A master code-breaker would struggle to extract and absorb too much meaning from this extremely stamina sapping film and, if they did, it would probably differ considerably from your abstraction and interpretations. I fancy there's a hint of the emperor's new clothes lurking somewhere beneath the surface and beneath that surface is a void as deep as the Mariana Trench, thereby impressive in its scale but ultimately an illusion as shallow as a paddy field.
Review of Long Day's Journey Into Night
