A bunch of eccentric femmes embark on a pirate escapade and reel in Brian Eno, who can only communicate via interpretive dance, and things go from there. But that's okay, because this whole film is basically 2h16m of interpretive dance. I would probably love this movie if it looked just how it does but used verbal, intellectual communication. Another reviewer likened it to Daisies, which I think fits. Daisies is a super-important film that I can't stand.
However, I am…
