Art isn't about likability, but ideas, intention, and especially, conveyed emotion. Perez nails the first two, yet his storyless, avant-garde plot meanders along, feeling mostly disconnected until it goes bonkers with its Ken Russell-style hallucinogenic surreality, while before that the punk-as-fuck outsider rebellion of Alex Cox in a Rosemary's Baby psychological narrative makes it a respectable conception.
Pretty cool movie which unfortnuately fails on too many counts to be successful. Lyonne and her co-stars are good and the production design and score is also very good. The problem here lies in the direction and the script which neither seem to know where it wants to go or how to get there. But that ending was more than far out and felt like it came from another movie altogether.
Think David Cronenberg meets 90's MTV. Antibirth is all style with no substance. It has it's moments and does have some fun ideas to work off of. Natasha Lyone is great and it's a pleasure to see her shine in a juicy role that was written for her. Too bad the film can't support her performance. It's hard to believe that it took 5 years to get this made. Luckily, the ending lives up to it's Midnight Movie status.