I mistook the first four minutes of this movie for the gag reel.
What? There was no gag reel? Then the taxpayers of Canada need to get a refund for this literally scatterbrained waste of film stock or digital memory, whatever applies.
As the old saying goes, when you aim at nothing, you'll hit nothing. In this case, if you want people to think you have nothing important to say, then just throw all your ideas at the wall and let people think you're saying whatever sticks.
Perhaps a cogent narrative could have been carved from the ideas and passions that inspired this effort. The writer and director should have encouraged one another to apply skill and discipline to the project and make something that would be moving and meaningful to a wide audience.
But to toss a bunch of images together to end up with little more than a migraine-inducing hodgepodge is to limit the audience to young teenagers whose brains are already fried on video games and drugs.
Come to think of it, maybe turning this final cut into a video game isn't such a bad idea. All you need to do is make the picture boxes into targets. The player shoots and tries to hit as many antagonists as possible to score points. Penalties are deducted if you hit a sympathetic character.
What? There are no sympathetic characters?
In that case, a Golden Turkey Award seems like the only salvation for this mess. And then let's somehow amend Canadian law to allow unsuspecting viewers the right to sue to recover rental fees when they've been robbed by inept filmmakers.
What? There was no gag reel? Then the taxpayers of Canada need to get a refund for this literally scatterbrained waste of film stock or digital memory, whatever applies.
As the old saying goes, when you aim at nothing, you'll hit nothing. In this case, if you want people to think you have nothing important to say, then just throw all your ideas at the wall and let people think you're saying whatever sticks.
Perhaps a cogent narrative could have been carved from the ideas and passions that inspired this effort. The writer and director should have encouraged one another to apply skill and discipline to the project and make something that would be moving and meaningful to a wide audience.
But to toss a bunch of images together to end up with little more than a migraine-inducing hodgepodge is to limit the audience to young teenagers whose brains are already fried on video games and drugs.
Come to think of it, maybe turning this final cut into a video game isn't such a bad idea. All you need to do is make the picture boxes into targets. The player shoots and tries to hit as many antagonists as possible to score points. Penalties are deducted if you hit a sympathetic character.
What? There are no sympathetic characters?
In that case, a Golden Turkey Award seems like the only salvation for this mess. And then let's somehow amend Canadian law to allow unsuspecting viewers the right to sue to recover rental fees when they've been robbed by inept filmmakers.