I have not read the graphic novel this movie is based on nor have I ever watched an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I raise that point because apparently a few of the background performers in that famous TV show are plentiful enough for fans to remark this movie is something of a reunion. Whatever. Both things are lost on me. My thoughts here are just on this movie, nothing else.
This is one of those movies that make you admonish it for being an exercise in style over substance. Visually it is good value. It is photographed well and you can see real effort put into the production design. Trippy camera movement and odd angles add to the atmosphere of random voices whispering in corridors, vague figures and shadows dancing about on the periphery. This movie is one long schizophrenic's interpretation of another schizophrenic's manic stricken nightmare.
There isn't much order in the chaos. This movie is absent a coherent plot. Michelle Trachtenberg's famous long dark locks have been cut so short that she's unrecognizable and made to look quite plain. Stupid decision really. You need your stars to be recognizable. Rookie mistake.
Ex porn star Sasha Grey appears randomly wearing clip-on bunny ears for some unknown reason, but she looks so cute wearing them you forgive her. That spectacle plus a sex scene with Katie Cassidy (the choreography and photography stolen from a far superior surrealist film, Fight Club) and Ashlynn Yennie wandering about totally nude are highlights in a totally unwatchable turgid flick that would do well to market itself as style over substance.
This is one of those movies that make you admonish it for being an exercise in style over substance. Visually it is good value. It is photographed well and you can see real effort put into the production design. Trippy camera movement and odd angles add to the atmosphere of random voices whispering in corridors, vague figures and shadows dancing about on the periphery. This movie is one long schizophrenic's interpretation of another schizophrenic's manic stricken nightmare.
There isn't much order in the chaos. This movie is absent a coherent plot. Michelle Trachtenberg's famous long dark locks have been cut so short that she's unrecognizable and made to look quite plain. Stupid decision really. You need your stars to be recognizable. Rookie mistake.
Ex porn star Sasha Grey appears randomly wearing clip-on bunny ears for some unknown reason, but she looks so cute wearing them you forgive her. That spectacle plus a sex scene with Katie Cassidy (the choreography and photography stolen from a far superior surrealist film, Fight Club) and Ashlynn Yennie wandering about totally nude are highlights in a totally unwatchable turgid flick that would do well to market itself as style over substance.