‘Digger’ movie review: Alejandro G. Iñárritu or: How Tom Cruise Learned to Stop Running and Love the Bit

…is what I periodically muttered to myself as I sat gobsmacked, trying to reverse-engineer what the hell Alejandro González Iñárritu thought he was doing with this postmodernist fever dream of a movie— a $125-million climate-catastrophe clown car starring none other than Hollywood’s most indestructible human , in what has already been anointed by the surrounding discourse as the defining feat of his latter-career resurrection tour. By now, the divisiveness surrounding Digger has become almost as baroque as the film itself, partly because of some baffling narrative choices and partly because of Iñárritu’s unchecked self-indulgence. Yet, as the film progressed, my initial “I don’t get what he’s trying to do here” gradually mutated into “I don’t get why everyone seems to hate this thing so much.”