This review almost exactly mirrors my thoughts on Digger. I knew that I would like this movie, as Iñárritu is almost exactly on my wavelength (or I'm on his? Until recently I lived in Mexico, and saw Bardo there which mirrored the experience of my family's multi-national existence in a way that really resonated with me on a personal level), and it frankly exceeded my expectations. I've learned that my tastes aren't exactly mainstream so I guess I'm not surprised by the polarized views of this movie, but it's still hard to get over the sense, reading some reactions, that some people just don't get it? (I know that I should be more generous toward other people's opinions. Sometimes I just ask myself "how could you not love and appreciate the art that I love?")

I loved this: I've seen it twice.  The second time I was alone in the cinema.  I am fairly sure that in twenty years, the few critics who survived the water wars of the late 30s will, strangely, always have loved it.