ARCANA is what you get when you mix Fellini's realism and Buñuel's style of surrealism with Argento's visual flair. It's a bizzare and fantastical tale of a clairvoyant mother and son duo with lots of sexual imageries and whimsical scenarios. This film is great at promising and terrible at delivering those promises. At several points, it feels that now it's going to get interesting, but soon that threads gets dropped for something entirely preposterous and completely unrelated to the plot. The sloth's pace also doesn't help and it trudges from scene to scene without any holistic meaning. It doesn't follow narrative conventions, but at the same time, it fails miserably at telling a compelling story which has shades of everything but is ultimately about nothing. It's just a series of disjointed scenes stitched together like an increasingly grotesque nightmare. It's a challenging film to watch not only because of its unconventional narrative and plot but also because of its god awful dreariness. You won't remember much but when you try to recall it, it'll feel like as if it was something distinguished(which it isn't, even remotely).
