Beyond the Black Rainbow
Top badass moment? The Arboria Institute, a research facility providing "Serenity Through Technology". If that doesn’t raise more red flags than the Labour Party Conference, then you deserve whatever happens to you there.
In a film taking inspiration from all the worst (if somewhat iconic) iconography and design features from 60’s and 70’s sci-fi, a creepy perv (let’s call him Dr. Nyle) - who speaks and walks so slowly I’m convinced it was to pad out the run time - has a really icky obsession with one (the only?) patent (let’s call her Elena) in the entire Institute. Talk about a power trip, the guy was so aroused by his own attempts to project power over this vulnerable woman that he probably should have been a patient himself. Eew. Some silliness about telepathic powers floats into the mix, but they don’t really add much to anything.
Despite my previously outlined concerns about the Institute, what it does do perfectly is demonstrate what happens if you have a huge budget for Govee mood lighting and then don’t set it up or use it properly; the only mood it put me in was annoyed.
In this film’s defence, I think I can appreciate what the director was trying to do and in all fairness it does sort of work, but I always feel I have a bit of an obligation to all those old sci-fi ‘masterpieces’ that this one takes so much from - well I don’t want to appear to any movie buffs that I don’t know anything about films and lack the ability to appreciate the atheistic, vision and stories they bring to life – but as this isn’t actually one of them, those limitations don’t apply. I just didn’t enjoy it.
The ending was terrible; up there with someone suddenly waking up and realising it was all a dream. We never really get to see the “award winning garden” either.
Technically it fine, except they put so much film grain on it that it was like watching something through the bottom of a jar of rice, and the aforementioned colour scheme was horrible, if in keeping with the overall mood; the plot would fit on the back of a fag packet (as in cigarette packet, before half of America gets its knickers in a twist); the script’s what clever scientists would describe as ‘limited’; and the acting’s decent enough.
No cats, chainsaws or decapitations.
In a film taking inspiration from all the worst (if somewhat iconic) iconography and design features from 60’s and 70’s sci-fi, a creepy perv (let’s call him Dr. Nyle) - who speaks and walks so slowly I’m convinced it was to pad out the run time - has a really icky obsession with one (the only?) patent (let’s call her Elena) in the entire Institute. Talk about a power trip, the guy was so aroused by his own attempts to project power over this vulnerable woman that he probably should have been a patient himself. Eew. Some silliness about telepathic powers floats into the mix, but they don’t really add much to anything.
Despite my previously outlined concerns about the Institute, what it does do perfectly is demonstrate what happens if you have a huge budget for Govee mood lighting and then don’t set it up or use it properly; the only mood it put me in was annoyed.
In this film’s defence, I think I can appreciate what the director was trying to do and in all fairness it does sort of work, but I always feel I have a bit of an obligation to all those old sci-fi ‘masterpieces’ that this one takes so much from - well I don’t want to appear to any movie buffs that I don’t know anything about films and lack the ability to appreciate the atheistic, vision and stories they bring to life – but as this isn’t actually one of them, those limitations don’t apply. I just didn’t enjoy it.
The ending was terrible; up there with someone suddenly waking up and realising it was all a dream. We never really get to see the “award winning garden” either.
Technically it fine, except they put so much film grain on it that it was like watching something through the bottom of a jar of rice, and the aforementioned colour scheme was horrible, if in keeping with the overall mood; the plot would fit on the back of a fag packet (as in cigarette packet, before half of America gets its knickers in a twist); the script’s what clever scientists would describe as ‘limited’; and the acting’s decent enough.
No cats, chainsaws or decapitations.
Mini Review: Top badass moment? The Arboria Institute, a research facility providing "Serenity Through Technology". Talk about raising a red flag. With inspiration from the worst (if iconic) iconography from 70’s sci-fi, a creepy perv has a really icky obsession with a patent. Talk about a power trip, the guy was so aroused by his own attempts to project power over this vulnerable woman that he probably should have been a patient himself. Eew. The ending was just terrible. No cat’s chainsaws or decapitations
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