Note to aspiring filmmakers: there are two things you are not.
The first is David Lynch.
The second, and this needs to be said far less often because most people are smart enough to make the mistake, is Jean Luc Godard.
But whoever decided to make this pretentious, arch, "artsy" mess of visual and narrative noise apparently needs to be told.
30 minutes into it I was so flummoxed and annoyed by it that I had to check IMDB to see what others said. And, sure enough, only one review, and they said they didn't last 15 minutes. I believe it.
Don't get me wrong, there's some talented-for-a-student production and cinematography-and this has got to be a student film-but that's not enough. And you really can't just say, "I'm afraid I'm not good enough to make a regular movie people will like, so I'll try to be Godard and just baffle them and hope not understanding it impresses them." At least, not if you want people to sit through more than like 15 minutes of it. And throwing all sorts of random title carts and on-screen explanatory text and animations and video effects and emojis and god knows what else doesn't help anything.
It has kind of a cool art-folk soundtrack, I'll give it that. But I'd rather just listen to the CD.
