Just like the review title says this is nothing more than a very creepy series of recorded images of dolls and old children's toys with some extremely bizarre and disturbing dialogue. I sat through every frame of this wishing I were on LSD so it might make some sense. Instead it left me confused as to how a writer / director would attempt to make a movie without the main components, (moving imagery and some sort of plot or story.) This film lacked both. Instead it was a mystifying and disturbing microscope into the minds of the people who created this work (of art?)
Was it good, was it bad? My opinion is that it means to be some sort of art. Art is not always meant to be pretty or understood.
