The All Black Painting In The Gallery
I want my 2 hours back, or was it 3? This movie is a hodgepodge of nonsense that leads to nowhere. Yes, the lead actress was fantastic, but I don't want to watch an acting class from the grand Hanker. I notice that the cerebral pompoose here need to invent meaning for this pile of poo as there isn't much to say about it without invention.
Sure there are a few cute merianders in the film, but condescending misanthropes seemingly would deter from the overall capacity to engage honesty (or is that honestly! lol).
Some have watched this multiple times in order to put meaning into it. I suppose and purport that if I watch C.H. Glover's "What Is It?" multiple times I can also find something meaningful where there really is only nullifying schmenge.
There is nothing to be spelt out here. It's the all black painting in the gallery. There is only soulful masturbation where the viewer must invent meaning. An experiment gone wrong from Big Hanky.
Two word review: Intellectual *beep*