This is another one of those films that is best suited for the international film festival crowd. I’m not sure, however, if even that group will get this one. Jennifer Van Dyck gives one of the silliest and most wooden performances I’ve ever seen as a woman suddenly constrained by normal life. Under the influence of a messed up play director, she is encouraged to experience life through other eyes. Her use of profanity, sleep deprivation, and depravity are just not interesting to observe. I’ve had bouts of sleep de…rivation, and trust me, it’s not the sense-stimulating experience she writes about. It plays out like a poor art film student’s work. Not to be taken seriously at all. It won’t likely even show up at the local video chains . “You ain’t missing nothing.”
This non-anamorphic 1.85:1 transfer is as horrible as the film itself. The whole thing is incredibly over-lit. Glare obscures any hint at black levels. Colors are washed away in the amateurish shooting style. Poor visual for an equally poor film.
Why is everybody talking in near whispers all the time? It’s almost as if they didn’t want to wake up the neighbors while filming. Has anyone ever heard of looping? It will be a strain if you really want to hear what these people have to say. The musical cues are synthesized themes that often don’t match the action, or lack thereof. This film absolutely requires more work to see and hear than it is worth.
A text interview with the director offers nothing of any significance.There is a section where you can hear samples from the film’s musical cues. Boring!There’s a 5 minute piece on the film that makes about as much sense as the film. Even this piece has to be done in an artistic pretentious way.
Run, don’t walk away from this film. Even if it costs you nothing, this film will waste valuable space on a DVD shelf. I suppose it must have a message somewhere. These films usually do, but I’ll be damned if I know what it is. It is just slightly “better than shit”.
Special Features List
- Music Gallery
- Interview with Zach Winestine