Let's be honest, the trailer for this wasn't exactly award-worthy animation. But hey, cut some slack for a small indie team, right? Making movies is hard (especially good ones).
However, where my initial tolerance wanted to give this flick a fighting chance, the red flags unfurled faster than a malfunctioning party popper.
The first clue? The press release boasting a six-year development cycle. Six years? For this? Then came the mentions of "AI" and the explanation follows eerily resembles the one we are facing now phrases that scream "AI-generated script" louder than a robot cheerleader at a malfunctioning cyborg football game.
Dialogue? More like a dialogue disaster. Imagine a broken chat bot fed a script and then rewritten by a toddler after a sugar rush.
Clichés? Don't get me started. This movie had more recycled plot points than a plastic recycling plant.
Inconsistent language? Characters would switch between Shakespearean sonnets and sailor vocabulary faster than you can say "character development?" Forget about it. These cardboard cutouts lacked depth and backstory about as much as a used napkin.
The plot itself? A convoluted mess that left me more confused than a room full of navel-gazing philosophers. Who were these people? What was their motivation? Why should I care? The answers remained as elusive as a coherent sentence in this movie's script.
Look, I appreciate the indie spirit. I truly do. But this is a cautionary tale. Passion can only take you so far. If your movie has animation that makes a flip book look high-tech, dialogue that would make a parrot cringe, and a plot about as clear as mud, maybe take a step back, re-evaluate, and for the love of cinema, ditch the AI scriptwriter.