Lost me at the dance scene. Post apocalyptic dance...ok.

I like the premise. You know how everyone can't keep variable lengths of memory so everything's broken down, but the whimsical nature of most of the leading characters just killed it for me. This isn't spoiler or anything, the movie more or less opens with a couple waking up in dilapidated building with fighting like noises outside and no idea who they or each are or even where they are. So obviously they have a deep philosophical dialog about who they might be and how they are connected. You know, instead of freaking the hell out. Then there's this deal where this older guy wanders into some kid and decides he should protect, ok I'm on board again. Then he finds an umbrella and decides to reenact at once remembered dance for this kid he just met...and I'm out.Yes I know he dies shortly after. Good.

Look it's perfectly plausible that out of 7 billion people without memories there'd be a few upbeat hipster douchebags wandering around still somehow excited to be alive but It would more likely be mostly a nightmarish hellscape like the book "Cell" or "Crossed" or at least something in between like "The Road", however I'm sorry I just do not care about anyone in this film. This first half-hour or whatever it was of this film played out like an improv night at some local free-trade coffee shop.

It's not an issue of budget because Primer and Blair witch exist. Hell go watch that movie LOVE Tom delounge made for $50 and with which built a spaceship for in his backyard. It's issue of writing and thats where it fails. It was an excuse to put onscreen freshman drama class poetry. Very disappointed in this wasted potential. Yes I know I'm being a jerk, but someone has to do it.