Spent 102 irretrirvable minutes of my life grasping for the hope one single meaningful point would eventually rise only to be dissappoibted by this slow, uninspiring sludge through almost mediocirity. Even the art was a collective of juvenille creations that didnt even have the benefit of youth to reveal inspiration. If leaving a gaping space of want for a single redeeming moment was the aim - goal achieved. There is more inspiration, emotional connection, and introspection riding a city bus for 102 minutes.