29 Palms without the CA desert, the funny part is that after the grind it all makes perfect sense, if of course extreme violence can make sense. It does not resemble reality though, which is perhaps its strongest point.
Dopo il sorprendente Butter on the Latch, Josephine Decker si riconferma come una delle autrici indie statunitensi più interessanti e visionarie, firmando quello che, a modesta opinione, rappresenta ad oggi la summa del suo percorso formativo: http://visionesospesa.blogspot.it/2015/11/thou-wast-mild-and-lovely.html
To be succinct and honest, this movie was tedious and fake. We spend eighty minutes in apprehensive confusion attempting to unravel the characters and find sense and meaning, only to conclude with "The Hills Have Eyes" and a rubber dick. The film's body was an exhaustive attempt to be "Arthousey" and the conclusion was blunt nonsense. Reviewers who are spewing spuriously positive reviews should head back to NetFlix.
I wish I could punch this movie in the stomach. The first hour was a chore, then about fifteen minutes where I thought that maybe this could be brilliant, and then that sh*tshow ending. I can't figure out if the ending tried too hard, or not hard enough because it is literally one of the worst I've ever seen. The visuals are really the only saving grace, but even that is a poor-man's Terrance Malick.