I really can't believe the reviews given this - film is such a high falutin' word in this context - utter twaddle.
For a while I thought I was losing my sight as everything takes places in shadows and inept lighting.
Squinting at the screen gave me a massive headache.
There is no plot, just the pained anxious face of Jake ambling through most scenes along dim murky corridors, purposeless.
Is it a dream? Is it his alter ego?
I decided I didn't care a whit for the outcome or the passionless sex or sad Jake at podiums talking nonsense at an empty lecture hall.
I gave up. Jake? Seriously! This is not art. It's not anything. It's pretence at art house or whatever.
Yikes!
0/10.
For a while I thought I was losing my sight as everything takes places in shadows and inept lighting.
Squinting at the screen gave me a massive headache.
There is no plot, just the pained anxious face of Jake ambling through most scenes along dim murky corridors, purposeless.
Is it a dream? Is it his alter ego?
I decided I didn't care a whit for the outcome or the passionless sex or sad Jake at podiums talking nonsense at an empty lecture hall.
I gave up. Jake? Seriously! This is not art. It's not anything. It's pretence at art house or whatever.
Yikes!
0/10.