Three minutes' worth of ideas smeared out into forty. If the concept of gonads just blows your mind - if you feel that their invocation, no matter how superficial or shallow, inherently constitutes thematic depth - this is the film for you. If you're hoping for something more than mediocre choreography and a single cheap "futuristic" set for the better part of an hour, during which dancers and grapes symbolically arrange themselves into ovaries while two LITERAL sculptures of these organs sit in plastic vigil the whole time, you could at least watch any of the other Cremasters instead. Between the limited but distinctive Cremaster 4 and the ambitiously striking Cremasters 2 and 3, I expected some trajectory of development from one point to the other, but this is such a thematic and visual drop-off from Cremaster 4 that the preceding film feels retroactively like some miraculous fluke of inspiration, to say nothing of those subsequent.