Aimy in a Cage

Now that was a completely different role for him. An understated gangster. Dangerous in the way of David Lynch, where there is this undercurrent of tension across his scenes that could explode at any point. Only thing is that I wish they utilized him more as the central villain of the movie, and let him really take over ala Dennis Hopper or Willem Dafoe. Glover is showing mastery across several of his scenes as the canonical villain, sowing psychological discord, and planning to make off with the cash.

The costumes, set design, music, and acting are all superb. The film has themes of abuse, alienation, gaslighting. It's about the end of the world. Millions die while they're trapped in quarantine. We don't know who to root for after a while because everyone is the victim of everyone. The movie attempts to find the gray area in every extreme situation. At the same time there is a feeling like judge TV shows or wrestling shows that it's pure crazy fun.

I will be looking for more of Allisyn in future movies though. I did like the dancing through the movie. It gave me the feel of Alice in Wonderland. I cant say that I liked much of the movie though. The lighting was surreal. There was just way too much screaming through the whole movie. It really just gave me a headache by the end.

Odd. Crazy. Confusing. But I had to keep watching to see what it was all about. I didn't skip anything and I watched into the credits. I have no idea. The performances were good. I've seen the odd obscure experimental theatre production (usually after a couple of beers) and this was in that realm. It was strangely enjoyable.

This is the kind of German Expressionism meets Art-Deco Kitsch that was popular with low-budget guerrilla filmmakers and artsy porn directors in the eighties, and even then not so much. Style-over-substance without any discernible style other than pseudo-fifties-steam-punk, this is what would happen if you gave a first-year film student a six-figure budget. If you attempt to hang on through the first twenty minutes or so hoping that a semblance of structure or cohesion will begin to take hold of what loosely passes for a plot, you'll just wind up more disappointed. You'd be better off digging up an old copy of Meet the Hollowheads or Terrorvision. Even Cafe Flesh would feel like a step up from this.