locates the middle distance between mumblecore and The Shrouds. a film that pairs nicely with cronenberg's latest, exploring as that film does the way (even outmoded) technology discomfitingly penetrates the corporeal limitations of connectivity and the illusion of control that conspiracy offers amidst grieiving. whereas The Shrouds evokes its fractured reality through a kafkaesque labyrinth of geopolitical centerlessness, Stephens and Hernandez produce a metatextual breaking, allowing scenes to begin and end on either side of the action, inviting us into…

where to even being with this one…too many ideas to fully flesh this out, so apologies for the shagginess of this all in advance.

folks who know me know that i am not a fan of villeneuve. i find his visions far too literal, his worlds devoid of detail or anything that gives me the impression of life beyond the frame. DUNE is his greatest offense on this front, composed with an eye first and foremost for what looks interesting…

a film so devoid of ideas that it would actually be unfair to try and discern its worldview.

an entire rash of symptoms confused for causes and not a lick of energy in the entire thing. it's mostly just fucking boring.

the most frustrating thing about this is that it very nearly arrives at something interesting- a story about the nature of objectivity v apathy; one that asks, 'is journalistic remove still a virtue when the war is at your…