There is a very deliberate style of anti-mainstream art, whether its prose or movies. It's all very knowing about subverting the norms. This film wears its style as a sort of propaganda in the way that Lynch announced himself in the mid 1970s. It chooses a style and an eroded narrative without the standard motifs and story lines that usually provide entry for an audience.
The major problem with this approach is that without a good idea it's pointless or rather it's inept as everything has been borrowed from someone else from another time and only the viewer's awareness of the various stylistic thefts will make it work, or not, as the case may be.
If ever a film implied its own narcissism this one succeeds excellently: it is both unoriginal while striving to appear so, and it is smug in that self-embrace. As a film school piece it might have achieved a minor praise from a tutor but that is all it might expect.
The major problem with this approach is that without a good idea it's pointless or rather it's inept as everything has been borrowed from someone else from another time and only the viewer's awareness of the various stylistic thefts will make it work, or not, as the case may be.
If ever a film implied its own narcissism this one succeeds excellently: it is both unoriginal while striving to appear so, and it is smug in that self-embrace. As a film school piece it might have achieved a minor praise from a tutor but that is all it might expect.