This is a slow and patient movie, which I'm fine with. It's just that slow and patient gets me ready for a character piece, and Chance is the very opposite of a character. He's a void. Which is fine for a satire, that he's the place holder for everyone else to project their own desires onto. But then as a satire, it's a slow and (usually) subtle one.
It's certainly true, though, that it's a thinker of a movie, as I'm still mulling over, days later, what I think of Chance and the whole movie. Which makes the whole reductive notion of my letter grades even more of a farce than usual.
FuzzyCo grade: B+