"Junk Head" is a tough movie to describe because it isn't really a movie. It's less a story and more a deep dive into the director's subconscious where weird and disturbing things lurk.
In this sense the film feels a bit like "Eraserhead" in that it's the decidedly odd product of one man's imagination while it also feel reminiscent of "Brazil" - which you could describe in the same terms.
The whole movie takes place in this Escher like subterranean maze of voids, passageways and arching bridges. The inhabitants haven't seen the light of day for many generations to the extent that they are little more than cave fish with legs. At the same time isolation has turned them almost cult-like; not that any of this is explained.
Instead the film is best enjoyed for its dedicated ambition, imaginative delights and conjuring up of a troglodytic realm far removed from us in space and time.
You may well emerge from the darkened cinema blinking and confused but you won't forget that you've experienced something even if you can't quite put your finger on what that something was.
In this sense the film feels a bit like "Eraserhead" in that it's the decidedly odd product of one man's imagination while it also feel reminiscent of "Brazil" - which you could describe in the same terms.
The whole movie takes place in this Escher like subterranean maze of voids, passageways and arching bridges. The inhabitants haven't seen the light of day for many generations to the extent that they are little more than cave fish with legs. At the same time isolation has turned them almost cult-like; not that any of this is explained.
Instead the film is best enjoyed for its dedicated ambition, imaginative delights and conjuring up of a troglodytic realm far removed from us in space and time.
You may well emerge from the darkened cinema blinking and confused but you won't forget that you've experienced something even if you can't quite put your finger on what that something was.