War with China.
Bacilli loaded missiles.
Most of humanity dies off, but white patriarchy remains alive and well.
One of those fabulous "experimental" b-movies. It has all the screams and female flesh and racism and outrageous plot you'd expect from the genre punctuated with art-film expressionist (or surrealist) techniques like slo-mo, electronic score, silence, animated effects, CUs on "monstrous" visuals meant to evoke the protag's soul sickness, and a condemnation of sexual trafficking.
Excruciating. Style without substance.
Pretty pictures but painstakingly obvious (she tells you everything you should be thinking and feeling). And most of it has to do with working through our mommy and daddy issues and learning how to deal with loss (they abide within us). Not so original.
And it feels totally self-indulgent. Gritting through this film is like watching a spoiled child play pretend, and she asks for compliments the entire time.... Aren’t I pretty? Aren’t I clever? Look how…
We can’t predict what’s going to happen to us. All we can do is adapt and move on. And try to be more aware of what’s happening in the world as we reevaluate our conception of essential.
Human life and human actions have value. They can give us hope.
This is the received wisdom gathered from the Q&A. Gleanable from the film too, with a little effort. Sadly, I found myself tremendously unmoved by this film.
The opening scene set…