Sic Mundus Creatus Est
It's only 98 minutes long, but it feels like an eternity. To be fair, Elsa Pataky tried her hardest to act the part as written, but her character felt a lot like a Gal Gadot wannabe. With its cliched script, tired tropes, and low-budget production look and feel, it felt like a fan-made film. It's unsurprisingly bad. We literally know what the film is about and what will happen at the end about 5 minutes into it.
One of those Netflix films that was doomed to fail even before it was released.
Another blatantly entertaining Netflix film with larger issues that aren't fully resolved or answered. I admit there's a fruitful appeal in watching a small cast experiment with human experience variables in a strange futuristic setting, but it's ultimately not nearly as clever or eye-opening as it aspires to be.
I didn't dislike the film. But I was a little disappointed and underwhelmed. There was so much more they could have done with it, especially injecting different drugs into the body…
"Body is reality" - this creepy text display made it clear that this film is about the body; physically, biologically, and philosophically. Like the characters, the film seeks the meaning of the body and uses it as a canvas to depict the chaos of the mind.
Based on the film's confidently disturbing opening sequence, it makes sense to learn that it takes place near the end of the 20th century, when humans have mutated to grow new organs and evolved…
I'm not sure why, but this film has a stronger personal resonance for me. I feel a strong connection to it. Perhaps it's because I'm 22 years old and still trying to figure out who I am on this planet. I'm not sure if that's the main reason, but I do know it hit very close to home.
Having a film that tells the truth about growing up and the struggles that come with it is so important. I appreciated…