Eviscerating insight on today's ever increasingly dehumanizing technological society which ushers victimization through the modal instantiation of congressional gridlock. Shehabei's method acting truly goes too far into the recess of nauseating epiphany, painting not a picture but a photo of a spectre of stonewalled gratification. Derrida rolls in his Grave, but The Reckoner can only pray. The vast Number of epistemological implications that director Hedioti manages to weave into this tidal wave of a production is rivaled only by his writing, a söbering critique of the hegemonic decline in dialectically driven post-modern dialogue-heavy script-writing. At its climax, the film reaches such levels of profundity as to pose the question; "What is meant, in a post-Nietzschean philosopho-political agenda, by our motif: We the people. ?"
I am truly excited to see the film.
I am truly excited to see the film.