The film, which at 16 minutes is very likely Diaz's shortest, condensed his tendency to mix jaw-dropping imagery with forced profundity, here the clumsy contrivance of having actors recite lines from Shakespeare plays, seemingly chosen at random. These scenes, though, were rescued by more atmospheric shots of the same individuals walking through alleyways or sitting in cafes, and by the film's end, a brooding, otherworldly sequence of people wading through waist-high flood waters.
Genevieve Yue
June 7, 2016