Damned if I didn't want to love Potrykus' weirdo retreat into the backwoods of DIY filmmaking, especially as it leans into my own conspiratorial feelings that it's not gonna be long before we're all mixing meds and occultism and hip hop cassettes in our own little patch somewhere. Admirably punk, also incoherent and unengaging, which about cancels out for me. Hopefully I'm on board for his next slack-off.
when the kid brain refuses to recede and takes over, i've seen far too many people irl like this. they still fantasize about lucky charms in soda instead of milk or oreos that are pure filling and no wafer, and it's sad. this is sad too.
A film I would say was more interesting than good, it follows a young man who's cloistered himself in the woods, to the bewilderment and chagrin of his friend. He's battling some inner demons, and possibly some outer demons, as well.