Three minutes into Daniel Scheinert and Daniel Kwan's Swiss Army Man, I knew I was watching something special. Thirty minutes in, I knew I was watching one of the best films of 2016. By the end, I was seriously considering if I had just watched one of the greatest movies of all time. In short, Swiss Army Man is a Charlie Kaufman-esque ontological treatise tempered with moments of melancholic, epistemological whimsy. Also, farts. I can't stress the farts enough. Here is a film with more audacity than almost any other film I've seen in years. My recommendation for those considering whether or not they should give it a chance: let it shock you, let it surprise you, let it move you. The film blends comedy and tragedy together in a way that hasn't been properly seen in the cinema since the days of Charlie Chaplin. I wouldn't be surprised if one of these days I bump this film's rating up to 10/10.
9/10
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