When I was in college I was walking down a hallway at 3AM drinking a cup of coffee. There was an art exhibit on the wall consisting of paper cutouts in various shapes. So I ripped my coffee cup into a weird spiral kind of thing and pinned it up on the art exhibit. It remained there for weeks until the exhibit was taken down. At some point I'm sure that someone probably admired my work. And that basically sums this movie up. Surely nobody could have had art in mind when making it, yet for some reason people seem to infer art from it. And, yet, maybe that's what makes it a great film. Who knows!
Review of Wavelength
