"While it’s hard to gather any concrete meaning (or narrative) from the film, it’s gloriously satisfying to watch corrupt cops get their dues. In a decrepit abandoned police station, no less. A villager leading the troupe to their death actually yells “Fuck the police'." Zoe Kilbourn reviews.
Receiving a personal invitation to view it is like joining a Skull and Bones sundowner: the logistics and lingo might not make a lot of sense, but you know witnessing it firsthand is a privilege. Zoe Kilbourn reviews.
It runs on a roundabout argument/counter-argument counterpoint, but it’s missing interlocking sections, call-backs, dramatic peaks. What should be a series of poignant sketches sometimes feels like a string of comments on a Guardian article. Zoe Kilbourn reviews.