Creative Control

Nonsensical artsy-fartsy claptrap. That's time I'll never get back.

I was pretty much bored so I went onto our Amazon Prime account to see what was available. This movie attracted my attention for its plot, set in the near future, a group in New York are working on a novel augmented reality project.

I must admit the first half of it pretty well captured my attention but as the story developed it turns into familiar plot lines, a man in a relationship is half satisfied, and half satisfied with work, so he drinks too much and experiments with drugs too much. So we have to put up with several relationships in disarray.

Somewhat entertaining but I could not recommend it.

Artsy Musings are what inhabits this "Selfie" Film, Filmed in Black and White (of course). Sterility is Everywhere as is that Oldie but Goodie, Sex. These "Techies" and Nerds, no matter how Outrageous Their Hairstyles or Wardrobe, are still just like Everyone Else.

Multitasking can't Mask the Fact that Mostly on the Mind is a "Bit of the ole' in and out." It all comes down to that when all's Said and Done. The Movie is Obsessed with the Thing. Just like the Past Generations of Young People these People try so hard to Distance Themselves.

It's all Slick Surface, Shiny and Reflective. Even the City Streets seem to have been Vacuumed of the Vile Stench and Debris. Everyone in the Picture is Perfectly Coiffed, Manicured, and ready for Their Inumerous Close-Ups.

Even though the Story is about High-Tech and things that "Everyday People" find Frighteningly Frustrating, it somehow seems Mundane. The Commercial Shoot, the Yoga Classes, and Board Room Meetings contain Dialog that might well be in a Foreign Language, it's Numbed Down for the Masses.

You might Try Hard, in vain, to Understand anything Reggie Watts or the Yoga Instructor is saying in Their Extended Dialog Scenes. It all makes about as much Sense as an Acid Trip.

Speaking of Drugs, there are Plenty Consumed. In almost Every Scene something is being Smoked, Snorted, Popped, and Drank. Party On.

The Virtual Reality of the "Augmenta" Glasses is, of course, just like a Drug as Our Protagonist (Writer-Director-Actor, Multitasker, Benjamin Dickinson) gets so "Turned On" by wearing the "X-Ray Specs" that at times He can't separate the Experience from Reality (big surprise).

Overall, this Indie is Worth a Watch for the Artsy Way it Displays its rather Pedestrian Postmodern Philosophy, but in the End, there really isn't Anything Post-Modern about it. It just Appears so, Dressed-Up in Hip Garb and Hairstyles.

No substance and poor performances left me feeling very unsatisfied. The film tries too hard be artsy, but falls short on even being edgy enough to be pretentious. A great example of poor writing, poor direction and poor execution by the actors. I really wanted to give this film a fair shot, was actually looking forward to seeing it, but it just fell so short on so many levels.

The character studies are priceless . . . and remarkably on target

How to actually describe this?

A stylized rendition of uber fluff post millennial somethings immersed into the quasi emergent culture norm of this near future world, something like "Silicon Valley", extruded through a NY augmented reality enhanced art / ad agency scene mandrel.

But, that only barely covers the real description of what this is.

The character studies are priceless . . . and remarkably on target (at least in my perturbed opinion), maybe too close to home for some?

Visually, this is an art piece to be appreciated, but perhaps that is too distracting for some of the previous reviewers.

It's something of a twisted love story, but I had no difficulty at all following the various sub plot threads woven into this story.

No, not quite a 10, but certainly a well deserved 8.

Yes, this is a bit different, perhaps a bit of a risky tangent to have extrapolated upon, but for what it is, remarkably well done.

I don't mind when a production takes a bit of a risk, strays just a bit outside the box to deliver a potential future experience.

Some have suggested this will be soon forgotten as a trivial experiment in filmcraft.

I'm leaning in the other direction, more toward this maybe becoming a sort of future cult classic in its own context.

My humble suggestion . . . watch and absorb this, it will be worth the time spent.