Watching this film was an experience I can only describe as bewildering. From the onset, it became painfully clear that the individuals on screen couldn't quite be called actors, not in the traditional sense at least. Their performances felt so disconnected and awkward, it was as if they were reading their lines for the first time, live. And I sat there, hoping for a plot to emerge, something, anything, that could tie these disjointed scenes together. But alas, it was not to be. The storyline, if one could even call it that, was absent, leaving me to wonder if the script had been lost on the day of filming.
It's not just that the movie was bad; it's that it felt like a mockery of the concept of cinema itself. Calling it a movie feels generous, a courtesy it scarcely deserves. It's a harsh reminder that filmmaking is an art that requires not just a vision but the ability to execute that vision with some degree of competence. This film, sadly, lacked both.
I wanted to find something redeemable, a silver lining, but as the credits rolled, I felt only relief that it was over. It pains me to say it, but this is one of those rare instances where the collective efforts of everyone involved might best be forgotten. It's not often I'd advise against watching a movie, as I believe there's usually something to gain, even from the worst of films. But in this case, I'd say your time is far better spent elsewhere. This wasn't just a miss; it was a misadventure into what movie-making should never become.