Idaho Transfer

A successful time-travel project, facilitated with the help of a group of students, is sabotaged by the government when it is revealed that a non-specified disaster(possibly apocalyptic in scale) is mankind's looming fate. The quest for conclusive details in this future event yields a most unexpected outcome.

IDAHO TRANSFER is a curious little item made under obvious financial constraint by some of the era's more adventurous personages on the indie film-making fringe. Though mostly off-target, it does benefit from capable direction, an intriguing premise, and a clever, trenchant conclusion.

This isn't your run-of-the-mill science-fiction story, nor is it a wonderwork of special effects wizardry. It's a subdued film...an earthy, phlegmatic "anti-Hollywood" undertaking which had the potential to materialize as something greater than it is. Sadly, the feeling is more of indifference than enthusiasm at the pith of this project. By and large, IDAHO TRANSFER feels like a vague transparency of what it intended to be...the film's concrete-minimalist iconography is utterly de-trop, as is the intentional and somewhat dissociative impassivity of the cast. They approach their roles with, presumably, veristic inspiration...that method of "non-acting" which aims to italicize a mien of hyper-realism. The poker-faced performances in play could only be called "realistic" if reality was a world full of freshly lobotomized potheads with a collective Asperger-ish countenance. There's an irony here, however...oddly enough, the aforementioned shortcomings also give rise to a unique atmospheric carriage of cold austerity. It is this air of encircling paucity and lost, lonely detachment which gives IDAHO TRANSFER an interesting singularity of sorts. It's a misfire, more than not...but to its credit, it's a misfire comparable to little else.

5/10.