To be completely honest, I'm not sure if the entirety of the script itself is destined only for the shredder, but it is nigh on impossible to seperate the bulk of the text from Ana Giradot's Text-to-Speech, circa 2007 performance.
If you are reading this review while watching the film, just as I am writing it, and wondering if you should continue until the end, don't. Save yourself the trouble and turn it off. In order to try and keep myself from slowly becoming lobotomised by Entagled's unrelenting flatness; I ruminated over the fact that the film sounds like it was written by a man (it wasn't), that the premise in and of itself is sound- though unfortunately not followed through in execution, that one doesn't just "..are you still drinking tequila?", that our protagonist Marin should probably search for a better therapist, that Marin likes to wear a full face of make up at all times of day, that it could be a conspiracy that Marin's name sounds so suspiciously close to " Maryin' " 🤷♂️, that maybe Ana Giradot learnt the script phonetically: hence the complete lack of understanding of the melody of English?.. the list goes on.....
Until the film finished...
and I had to lobotomise myself to remove the memory of this film from my brain. There are much better films out there that are successful at what this film tries to be... really don't waste the time.
