This film may come across quite well if you're naive of the likes of Lynch and the Cohen Brothers, but having seen it done SO much better, to me this film is try-hard mindless nonsense.
To get away with this kind of aesthetic and style, you need a compelling plot for it to hang from, so that it acts as dressing as you journey along, absorbed. This film just strings along a lot of "arty" shots with a girl with a black bob and enough loose ends to tie you up in frustration at the sheer over-reliance on genre.
Review of The Eyes of My Mother
