New Age/Techno soundtracking and pretentious panning across a table covered in melted ice cream scoops do not a documentary make. While Oliver Hockenhull is quick to warn the viewer that this is not going to succeed as a "proper documentary" I'm gonna go ahead and say it's a pretty lousy attempt at demonstrating Huxley's writings.
The entire documentary essentially consists of running Huxley quotes over ominous, canned music and effects tracks with an occasional reenactment that cable TV would be ashamed of.
Maybe that's an accurate representation of Huxley's work, but I think there might've been a better less artificial/pretentious way to present these ideas.
The entire documentary essentially consists of running Huxley quotes over ominous, canned music and effects tracks with an occasional reenactment that cable TV would be ashamed of.
Maybe that's an accurate representation of Huxley's work, but I think there might've been a better less artificial/pretentious way to present these ideas.