I got tired really fast of the obsessive little girl trying too hard to be good at everything, the writer/director just shoves it down your throat, over and over. Cut scenes and we hear a mantra repeated over and over as it goes on in this character's head. Ok, we get it. That doesn't mean making the audience hear endless chants makes for a good film.
All in all we never really see her actually row that much, it's all close ups of faces full of beading sweat, before and after scenes and mindfulness with OCD.
Not much action, a few lesbian scenes which is almost a requirement for films featuring athletic women, and a piss poor ending.
When a writer becomes the director is usually turns into a vanity project and this is no different. There is no point and no character arc to the story, more like a day in the life stretched to a full year.
All in all we never really see her actually row that much, it's all close ups of faces full of beading sweat, before and after scenes and mindfulness with OCD.
Not much action, a few lesbian scenes which is almost a requirement for films featuring athletic women, and a piss poor ending.
When a writer becomes the director is usually turns into a vanity project and this is no different. There is no point and no character arc to the story, more like a day in the life stretched to a full year.