Man, #Clayface will go down as the most frustrating film of the year. Frequently (maybe accidentally) brushes up against GENUINELY compelling ideas of societal expectations, repressed identity, queerness in media, gender dysphoria, visibility through art, only to be ignored or arrive at the least interesting version of itself. Everything is as superficial as Hagen's career. You can FEEL Flanagan's more esoteric examination of personhood trying hard to burst out of the confines of what's otherwise a campy B-monster movie, and man, does it suck to see. No idea why they didn't wait for him; it feels like an unforced error. A technically impressive film with some seriously GNARLY special effects, actors making a meal out of scraps, only to be let down by...the (rewritten) script, resulting in a tonally confused, albeit interesting and at times enjoyable, misfire that perhaps exposes Gunn's limitations as the head of the studio.