Downsizing.
Matt Damon—the human embodiment of white bread—mugs his way through this awkward box office bomb that doesn't know where it's going, and has several conflicting ideas about how to get there. He is supported by Hong Chau (reduced to a painfully outdated racial stereotype, complete with excruciatingly affected accent and an insultingly limited 'me love you long time' vocabulary) and the irrepressible Christoph Waltz (a classy Austrian playing a filthy Serb) who steals the show in every one of his scenes, and is easily the most likeable and relatable character.
The film starts off as a social commentary on over-consumption, and attempts to follow this through into the 'downsized' world, but doesn't seem to know what's meant to happen next, and takes several sharp turns in unrelated directions as it tries to re-establish what might be generously described as the vaguely salvageable remnants of an otherwise incoherent plot.
The third act informs us that the Antarctic ice caps are releasing too much methane (or some such ********) so of course, tough decisions need to be made. A tiny handful of sensible people respond accordingly, while the rest of the world (including Damon and his 2-dimensional mail order Vietnamese girlfriend) just continues on its merry way as if nothing has changed.
And then the movie ends.
I rate Downsizing at 13.32 on the Haglee Scale, which works out as a shockingly racist 4/10 on IMDB.