Zabé Eden

About a quarter into the film I looked back at my boyfriend and asked does anything happen? At the halfway mark I looked back and asked if this was a joke. This isn't a movie, it's a bad contemporary art piece. If this were in a museum I might watch it for 3 minutes and question why some people are given a platform and others, with more to say, are ignored. This film made me question the intelligence of my friends who liked it.