High Life is populated by a bunch of lowlifes, and man is it depressing!
Unless you wanna watch a half-dozen death row inmates sentenced to life in space who are—oh, by the way—raising babies while they're at it, I'd say pass. Very hard pass.
There's a lot of baby-crying in this one (think airplanes), too, and the pace makes If Beale Street Could Talk look like The Fast and the Furious.
Oh, one more thing for the 'interesting' file: The other day, my Uber driver was Evonne Walton, who played the bank teller in Robert Pattinson's 2017 Good Life. I asked her what it was like working with him (their scene took all day to film), and she said his eyes were "hypnotic and dreamy." High Life does feature a bajillion close-ups of those liquid eyes, but by the end I was most hopeful he'd simply close 'em so I could go home.
Sorry, just one MORE thing while I'm at it: Someone PLEASE get Mia Goth a new agent. High Life, Suspiria, A Cure for Wellness, Nymphomaniac: Vol. II. Are you kidding me with these nonsense roles? What in the world, Mia? It's like you've chosen to be a kamikaze pilot carrying a payload of stink-bombs that nonetheless results in our mutual destruction. Stop taking career advice from Shia LaBeouf!