Evin Enry

During the age of non-digital film, before VHS, DVD, pre-internet, it was harder to stumble upon a film. Given your latitude and longitude on earth you may have had limited access to films that were non-mainstream or independent which carry the sets of ideas that are more risky to attempt in that your writer/director have less to lose, everything on the line so t speak, so success or failure means more. The point? I live in an age that I can fall asleep on a couch and the films streaming like a Rolodex, or a call function in programming… the next film comes up like a juke box record in a 50’s diner with the random button deployed. So I although I did not select this movie I did experience it through automatic streaming cue technology- in that it just popped on. I felt it had an art house quality to the dialogue. It was very apparent it was a sophisticated script. The plot twist are cinematic elements that offer a sober drug experience. Say what? Huh.. well you ae going to find the film wasn’t written for your conscious mind. It was written as a literary thriller for your own voice that narrates to you when you read. As it’s (‘the voice in your narrative) is confused about whether the actors who play actors are actually acting that they are acting, or whether they are not acting at all.. wait what? Exactly, you’re not supposed to know whether the characters are actually in character or if they’re actually having tensions in some sort of on camera situation that were not supposed to be seeing these private moments and the camera was just left running. The scenery is beautiful, and has a sound of music cover photo appeal to it. The dialogue is completely different and you don’t have to be film critic to have terse arguments in your head with the narrator about what is going on. The paradox, is that the things you can’t understand are the same things that will make you watch 4 more minutes, each time you tell yourself that you risk being shot with a nonexistent drug that your brain will invisibly deliver to the nonexistent non physical narrator in your head that wants answers and is taken in by the scenery, clouds and flickering wheat in the wind. Don’t talk back to your own narrator- if you do, you will have to watch the next 4 min, each time until finally it ends. Afterwards you will feel you aren’t sure what just happened but you’ll be a better film critic and more sensitive to aging actresses with no idea what happened to the old you that existed like your own recognition of aging yourself and meeting the new hired narrator in your head who has different ideas from the resident narrator who is about to become irrelevant all while being none the wiser. It’s a film for cinema goers who are interested in seeing things for how they are and discussing them in a way that’s more interesting once your narrator is confused about what you’re seeing that it is describing to you which differs from what your new hire narrator, who you didn’t know you needed to hire shows up a day earlier than expected and tells you and the existing narrator that you are both really respected but you ned to move aside and let the story be told in a new way, the way it is now, the way you can’t seem to see, which is why you hired the new narrator.