Review by mrpicky

I was absolutely open to art-house film, which it obviously is. And for 2+ hours waited and waited it showing anything impressive. Well it didn't. IDK what it tried to say. Was this another women empowerment project or failed exploration of the form? But it failed in everything. It's suppose to be silly take on human experience but in the end feels like a robot trying to imitate Wes Anderson while failing miserably. Yorgos should stick to drama that is accidentally funny. Many of you know small armature theaters that have the audacity to hope they can pull off some experimental ground breaking play while just throwing stuff onto canvas in an unwatchable improvisation. Well it feels like that despite great cast. In the end it's a "form over function" film that fails to extract any emotion or thought out of the viewer.