Truly fun ride. In 90's, "The Silent of the Lambs" generated a lot of Meoh-this-psycho-killer-is-f**king-psycho-killer garbages & this movie pays homage to not "The Silent~" but pile of garbages. Wastefully long erotic sequence, scanty synth score like pastiche of pastiche of Tangerine Dream, detective crazier than psycho killer. I laugh at Swanberg making this with Adam "revivalist of 80's horror" Wingard. Loved it.
Most won't see past the intentionally poor visual aesthetic and wooden acting, but the film is fascinating in the way it questions what makes a film "art" and how an audience interprets that definition. Though not entirely successful as a film, the questions it raises are intriguing enough.