Izzy Burger

SPOILER ALERT: The genius of this movie is there IS no symbolism or deep meaning to be found. Takes the “unreliable narrator” trope to a level of complete spiritual nihilism…it’s a terrifying concept to receive “enlightenment” and faithfully obey religious orders only to find out you just needed lithium.

When your best actors are a kid and a robot, you’ve got a problem. I had high hopes for this flick but the completely horrendous line readings and imbecilic dialogue made it a tough watch. Had to check IMDB to see if the “boss” character was the director’s nephew or something. He isn’t, which is even worse.

If this were a short story written by a depressed teenager in English class I would give it a B for effort. There is nothing “new” in this show, it’s just repurposed tropes from good apocalyptic fiction wrapped in nonsensical psychobabble and masturbatory emotionality. Plot relies heavily on issues like “grief” and “healing” without any understanding of basic mental health. According to the writers: anyone with schizophrenia is actually communicating with the dead and the only cure is to off yourself and go to the spirit realm and hang out with ghosts. Epilepsy is actually just someone’s evil side coming out. The characters who take psych meds have 20 different bottles but they can just quit taking them any time with no side effects. Also the only two real solutions to a problem are running away or murdering someone. If the characters started being able to fly I would be somewhat convinced this is made by Scientologists.