This is an interesting essay on obsession and paranoia, dotted with engaging little potted maths commentaries. It is firmly east-coast, drawing heavily from David Lynch (especially Eraserhead) and Scorcese, and as such is visually engaging and even mesmeric in parts.
The simple, flimsy plot (which ultimately peters out) makes it seem long for a film which doesn't even run to 90, but the thumping industrial soundtrack helps things along, and the camera's relentless pursuit of our hero in his relentless pursuit of his holy grail, leave a firm impression of the director's intentions.
It's not the greatest film in the world, but it's a good example of how a low budget and a bit of imagination can make something more memorable than a meteorite crashing into an ocean liner, sending it to an alien civilisation living at the bottom of the sea. Or summit. Go see.
The simple, flimsy plot (which ultimately peters out) makes it seem long for a film which doesn't even run to 90, but the thumping industrial soundtrack helps things along, and the camera's relentless pursuit of our hero in his relentless pursuit of his holy grail, leave a firm impression of the director's intentions.
It's not the greatest film in the world, but it's a good example of how a low budget and a bit of imagination can make something more memorable than a meteorite crashing into an ocean liner, sending it to an alien civilisation living at the bottom of the sea. Or summit. Go see.
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