Opus is absolutely ridiculous – and that’s probably the point. It’s one of those films that thinks it’s way smarter than it actually is, throwing in Midsommar-style cult weirdness and Blink Twice-esque discomfort but not doing either particularly well. John Malkovich is, of course, perfect for something this absurd. Still, even he can’t save it from feeling like a messy parody of better films. The only truly good thing here is Ayo Edebiri, who somehow makes every line work despite the nonsense around her. If it weren’t for her, this would be completely unbearable.