It's pleased to be an earnestly amusing diversion, with more heart than ambition. The young cast of unfamiliar actors (to me, anyway) is excellent. A pleasant experience, at odds with a downbeat horror narrative.

Not a great movie... not a good movie... and yet... I have a strange affection for it.

Cezanne: I hate everything!
Zola: C'mon pal, cheer up.
Cezanne: U and all your friends are fake af and copy better artists.
Zola: Whoa there, that's not true!
Cezanne: Yeah it is and ur a little bourgeosie bitch.
Zola: I'm trying to be your friend.
Cezanne: ALL I GET TO DO IS PAINT PICTURES OF BEAUTIFUL NUDE WOMEN IN BEAUTIFUL FRENCH LANDSCAPES AND IT IS TEARING ME APART. (exits scene)
Zola (turns to camera): He's such a genius. What a special bond we have.

FIN.

The most depressing part of this hellish dystopian trashscape was that the adorable, perpetually appalled alarm clock wasn't the main character.