This movie gave me an existential crisis. It felt like a sensory deprevation tank of greys and darkness with no sense of weight, pacing, or anything remotely entertaining. It was like being told a horribly abridged parody of history through the lens of a creatively bankrupt history teacher who hates their life. I kept wondering, oh god when will this movie end.
As my partner and I left the cinema, we felt so lifeless and dead. The moment we saw colours, felt the wind on our skin, saw the world again in all its vibrant saturation, it felt as if we had been liberated from a prison.
The constant time-skips are jarring and unsavoury. The premature ending of potentially climactic scenes is depressing. The implied scenes make up most of the movie's actual content which ironically lies off-screen. And the characters are less evokative and engaging than children playing make-believe with barbie and a toy soldier.
The ending of the film was like salt in a wound. After putting up with the defeatist man-child who doesn't know when to stop for the entire film begging for him to have a death scene, being deprived of it felt like the final straw in a movie that already edged me to death.
This is the worst movie I've ever seen in my life. I have a saying about movies that are bad. There are movies that are bad, and movies that are impressively bad. This movie is bad. The only impressive quality of this film is how it was approved and released in the first place.
There are student project films that outclasses this movie.