It brings me no joy to declare that I loathed a film generally considered to be a masterpiece. But boy did I loathe this.

Marker seems to be the celebrated cinematic incarnation of my freshman year roommate. You know the type, the prematurely cynical philosophy major who says things like "History only tastes bitter to those who expected it to be sugar coated." Or who says of censorship "it points to the absolute by hiding it - that's what religion…