This is one of those somewhat artsy-fartsy indie movies where nothing happens most of the time.
The writers, of course, think they are presenting something profound, but their writing is as deep as a rain puddle in the middle of the Sahara. They think that by broaching controversial subjects or embracing the usual agendas they will show how important or relevant their little opus is. But, as usual, this is not the case.
What we have here, as usual, is a ludricous and contrived plot that devolves to a final twist( the writers need to show that they are smart, right?). Actresses seem to plod through the story with bad acting and the whole thing is presented in a soporific way. But, in the end, of course, we are presented with the twist. And the villain is, of course, who you thought the villain would be, or wanted to be.
It is a movie tailored to the folks who see the world through tunnel vision.
The writers, of course, think they are presenting something profound, but their writing is as deep as a rain puddle in the middle of the Sahara. They think that by broaching controversial subjects or embracing the usual agendas they will show how important or relevant their little opus is. But, as usual, this is not the case.
What we have here, as usual, is a ludricous and contrived plot that devolves to a final twist( the writers need to show that they are smart, right?). Actresses seem to plod through the story with bad acting and the whole thing is presented in a soporific way. But, in the end, of course, we are presented with the twist. And the villain is, of course, who you thought the villain would be, or wanted to be.
It is a movie tailored to the folks who see the world through tunnel vision.