The 60's and 70's were a strange irrational time for people the world over. The ground movement of rock & roll was absorbed by pop and morphed into disco fuelling a period where the values of teenage youth everywhere appeared to be influenced by a dream. It was like the world had dropped a trip and suddenly people could live out there fantasies in such a conspicuous way that it only makes sense when compared with the symptoms of a virus. This film is a result of that viral exploration, one that has brought us in 2020 to the brink of a panic which I think can only be averted if we all take the antidote, no not a vaccine but, the red pill.
This simple but dark tale of an odd middle-aged microbiologist working for the water and sewerage board develops a crush on his beautiful neighbor. He spends his days doing the one thing he loves most, observing microbes through a microscope. Peering down his tube of lenses into a magical world of colour and movement he is fascinated by dancing microbes (ecoli, yeech) all writhing together, embracing and multiplying under the psychedelic beam of his microscope. So absorbed by the microbial love fest unfolding before him, he is unable to function normally. Like an amnesiac he blunders through the world until he is safe in his dreary top floor flat surrounded by his collections of nature and scientific periodicals.
Disturbed by loud music from the neighbours flat, he tosses a clock at the wall which breaks away a small hole through to the adjoining flat. A beam of light shines forth from the hole into which he now peers. Accompanied by the twanging sounds of George Harrison's wonky sitar compositions, the psychodelic sight of dancing naked human flesh excites him. He must see more so, in a frenzy, more holes are made. Just like the microbes he peers at through his microscope, he peeps at a beautiful naked girl with whom, as the days go by, he falls in love.
Does he realize that, just as the microbes at the end of his microscope are unattainable, so too is his love unattainable as he peeps through the holes in his wonderwall . Then it gets really cringe worthy, unfortunately for the silly plodder and the 2nd half of this film, he takes the blue pill and surrenders to the virus. I give it a 3.
This simple but dark tale of an odd middle-aged microbiologist working for the water and sewerage board develops a crush on his beautiful neighbor. He spends his days doing the one thing he loves most, observing microbes through a microscope. Peering down his tube of lenses into a magical world of colour and movement he is fascinated by dancing microbes (ecoli, yeech) all writhing together, embracing and multiplying under the psychedelic beam of his microscope. So absorbed by the microbial love fest unfolding before him, he is unable to function normally. Like an amnesiac he blunders through the world until he is safe in his dreary top floor flat surrounded by his collections of nature and scientific periodicals.
Disturbed by loud music from the neighbours flat, he tosses a clock at the wall which breaks away a small hole through to the adjoining flat. A beam of light shines forth from the hole into which he now peers. Accompanied by the twanging sounds of George Harrison's wonky sitar compositions, the psychodelic sight of dancing naked human flesh excites him. He must see more so, in a frenzy, more holes are made. Just like the microbes he peers at through his microscope, he peeps at a beautiful naked girl with whom, as the days go by, he falls in love.
Does he realize that, just as the microbes at the end of his microscope are unattainable, so too is his love unattainable as he peeps through the holes in his wonderwall . Then it gets really cringe worthy, unfortunately for the silly plodder and the 2nd half of this film, he takes the blue pill and surrenders to the virus. I give it a 3.