This is a real anti-establishment film, gutsy, fatalistic, and properly indie. It has everything and nothing to do with politics, in life, and film, and yet, because it could very well happen to you, the everyday becomes sinister, the mundane even threatening. If the horror is in not seeing, and not knowing, the story that we all know how it ends anyway, then the bits in between are where it tries to survive, almost like the story itself is dying.
It really makes you conscious of the whole experience of watching a film, when all you have are these moments to yourself where nothing is happening, and you can feel that nothing is something, that nothing means something, in a helpless kind of way. There is a slowness here which is deliberate, and articulate, and that forces you to be uncomfortable with being uncomfortable.
The execution of the film is just that. It drags you along, it traps you inside, and then it takes its time. In this sense, time is doubled, dilated, makes my feet ache with an acute boredom that is also nothing short of privilege in comparison to Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Chernobyl, Fukushima. The need to remember these things.
It really makes you conscious of the whole experience of watching a film, when all you have are these moments to yourself where nothing is happening, and you can feel that nothing is something, that nothing means something, in a helpless kind of way. There is a slowness here which is deliberate, and articulate, and that forces you to be uncomfortable with being uncomfortable.
The execution of the film is just that. It drags you along, it traps you inside, and then it takes its time. In this sense, time is doubled, dilated, makes my feet ache with an acute boredom that is also nothing short of privilege in comparison to Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Chernobyl, Fukushima. The need to remember these things.