During a winter of record-breaking cold; an apocalyptic blackout strands a group of Brooklynites in a remote farmhouse. At first it's a party of sex; drugs; and yoga. But as supplies dwindle; they turn against one another.
The only residents of young Nicholas' sea-side town are women and boys. When he sees a corpse in the ocean one day, he begins to question his existence and surroundings. Why must he, and all the other boys, be hospitalised?
There's a Phalinex-truck driving in the background of the scene where David meets Sophie outside of his work. See more »
You know, it's weird. You would think when you live with somebody you would get to know them really well. But I feel like I've just become more acutely aware of how I don't know her at all. You know what I mean?
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Artsy Musings are what inhabits this "Selfie" Film, Filmed in Black and White (of course). Sterility is Everywhere as is that Oldie but Goodie, Sex. These "Techies" and Nerds, no matter how Outrageous Their Hairstyles or Wardrobe, are still just like Everyone Else.
Multitasking can't Mask the Fact that Mostly on the Mind is a "Bit of the ole' in and out." It all comes down to that when all's Said and Done. The Movie is Obsessed with the Thing. Just like the Past Generations of Young People these People try so hard to Distance Themselves.
It's all Slick Surface, Shiny and Reflective. Even the City Streets seem to have been Vacuumed of the Vile Stench and Debris. Everyone in the Picture is Perfectly Coiffed, Manicured, and ready for Their Inumerous Close-Ups.
Even though the Story is about High-Tech and things that "Everyday People" find Frighteningly Frustrating, it somehow seems Mundane. The Commercial Shoot, the Yoga Classes, and Board Room Meetings contain Dialog that might well be in a Foreign Language, it's Numbed Down for the Masses.
You might Try Hard, in vain, to Understand anything Reggie Watts or the Yoga Instructor is saying in Their Extended Dialog Scenes. It all makes about as much Sense as an Acid Trip.
Speaking of Drugs, there are Plenty Consumed. In almost Every Scene something is being Smoked, Snorted, Popped, and Drank. Party On.
The Virtual Reality of the "Augmenta" Glasses is, of course, just like a Drug as Our Protagonist (Writer-Director-Actor, Multitasker, Benjamin Dickinson) gets so "Turned On" by wearing the "X-Ray Specs" that at times He can't separate the Experience from Reality (big surprise).
Overall, this Indie is Worth a Watch for the Artsy Way it Displays its rather Pedestrian Postmodern Philosophy, but in the End, there really isn't Anything Post-Modern about it. It just Appears so, Dressed-Up in Hip Garb and Hairstyles.
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