I feel lucky to have found this movie. It’s like buried treasure. The movie was hypnotic and stylish and didn’t add up to beans but it kept me watching as hot as it is here in LA.

The thing with this movie is that as I watched I was thinking it was like a Russian Werckmeister Harmonies for about the first half hour and then I switched to thinking it was a Parajanov homage and then it was a Tarkovsky and so I kept on listing. I think the reason that happened was because I never really felt the movie was taking me anywhere with all its ideas and its images. It’s something Bela Tarr is guilty of in his movie Damnation and what Carlos Reygada’s should be punished for doing with Japon.
(I’m kidding…sort of.)

I still liked the movie though. It was well shot and intelligently written and dammit it had a few images that I’m really glad I saw; I wouldn’t want to forget them.