Sunday, June 3, 2012. Brattle Theatre. Keyhole.

I cannot say this was a bad movie. I can say it was boring and incoherent. But more importantly, because I have been known to appreciate some boring, incoherent shit, it failed to make me care about anyone or anything I was seeing onscreen.

There were some beautiful images, and there was some poetry. I love the idea of a woman drowning on dry land. Much of the plot (whatever plot there was supposed to be, that is) may have been lost on me because of my unfamiliarity with Homer’s Odyssey. But there was nothing at stake.

Note to self: consider Guy Maddin as you attempt your first feature, so that you don’t fall into his regular pit of stringing together well-planned moments with nothing of any import.