Nothing can kill a movie quite like its own hype. In the perfect alternate universe we will be able to go to a movie theater and see a film completely blind its specifics. No reviews, no plot synopsis, no trailers. Hell, no title even. We would just go in, sit down, and be served an artist’s work. There could even be war and famine in this reality; I don’t care, as long as I can see my movies without outside influence. Perhaps it makes me sound easily convinced, but even knowing the critic consensus on a film can affect how I enjoy it. I try to watch movies objectively, but it’s not always possible. So when I saw A Fantastic Fear of Everything tonight I actively tried to put the buzz out of my mind.