a gardener, a businessman, an unemployed non-swimmer///
the kind of film you see and bewitches you. something in the craft and style and tone and sound of it bursts every cell in your body. each blood vessel bursting with apple-bites and spiderlegs. everything fizzing like podium champagne. constant bread-folds of love and joy and gratification.
knowing my own filmic proclivities, Drowning by Numbers feels like something that would appear to me as i conjure up visions at midnight in an oily black cauldron soup, watching it on the surface tension as the ingredients stew beneath it.
A british absurd tale of love, death, numerics, games, women resetting the button, a constellation of insects and seaside affectations and farmland rustics, all…