In the near future, an unseen result of genehacking is the collection of genetic material from celebrities. Share the same strain of Herpes as your favorite actress. Buy cloned muscle tissue from your favorite actor, then eat it as a steak. Imagine this on a global scale. This movie slides from this premise into a pretty interesting noir thriller.
A husband disappears from a condo complex. Seven years later, the wife’s sister visits to help have him declared “dead in absentia.” Then he reappears, dehydrated and hysterical, and terrified of the dark. Yeah, it’s a tidy premise. Nice chills. A suspenseful “Twilight Zone” tale.
My friend Tori plays video games and writes sophisticated ship; she liked this movie because it was smart and intense.
“Shaun of the Dead” without the laughs and in German. Gritty like France’s “The Horde”, but more believable. A kitchen sink drama turns into a fight for survival in an overrun apartment building. I’m not much on zombie movies, but “Rammbock” approaches it from the angle of ordinary people dealing with a threat to a society that’s challenged but not overwhelmed.
This starts out as two dissimilar high school friends reconnect over a weekend like in “I Love You, Man.” Then the successful friend discovers the wastrel friend is pretty damn serious about drinking himself to death. And he owes money to local meth dealers. But the big problem is that weird clues keep appearing, suggesting that they are all being watched by unseen, omniscient beings. The movie lives between “Breaking Bad” if done by Kevin Smith, and “In The Mouth Of Madness.” Turns out the boundary between Tom Stoppard and Weird fiction is a simple scream.
This is a horrid movie. It is also an important, unique satire of what one character calls “the world’s armpit”: Serbia. You can feel this movie’s director rage as he has good people trapped by a brutal society.
A retired porn actor is hired for one last movie by a nihilist bureaucrat who wants to comment on the human condition.
This is the most despairing movie I’ve seen since “Requiem For a Dream.”
I suggest seeing it, or trying to, to think about what discomfort can accomplish. “The Killing Fields” covered the disintegration of a culture. But I felt far more visceral reactions to this movie’s Serbia as it clings to the trappings of consumer suburbia.
Speaking for myself, I’ve become accustomed to Hollywood’s portrayals of genocides happening in Asia and Africa, and the white guys coming to the rescue. Here, all are equally f**ked, which makes this horror far more realistic.