This film is accessible, a big word for avant garde.
Some avant garde is better nonaccessible, and its funny that avant garde is applied mainly to art films made by visual artists. I remember when Peter Greenaway films were avant garde, Godard films were avant garde. THIS IS AVANT GARDE. BRAVO..
seems like she has a lot to say but most of the message is not passing through the film alone. I started to read the interviews (which do provide some explanations) but I think I should spend the energy learning more math
Was hoping that the whole thing would've been more like the first two minutes: a trance-like and psychedelic pick-me-up (or, rather, fuck-me-up). But then it ebbs out into an alternative travelling monologue which is alright I guess.
It's always problematic (if not subconsciously arrogant) when artists try to fit a lot into a single work. There might be a couple of good moments herein, but other than this it's too ambitious, incoherent and lacking internal rhythm. Technically speaking there's simply too much here and there's nothing to justify such an eclecticism.