Ok this is another one of those films where I’m afraid I’m not supposed to admit in public that I liked it. I had the same feeling after that Colin Hanks flick Alone With Her, and while this doesn’t have that film’s novel “will-he-succeed” dynamic, Ratter makes up the difference with big-time dedication to the realism of the gimmick.
Close-ups of ears and hair, shots from inside bags and pockets; most people will either find the whole thing terribly boring…
I don’t know what’s going on with me tonight. I think I might be trying to punish myself for something by watching the shittiest movies I have, but I don’t know what it is that I think I did to deserve this.
I thought it was a dumb name too, but there's a surprising amount of gardening in this movie! For every brutal, violent scene of post-apoc hoodiemen savagely killing each other there are about 50 that are just some dude survivaling - and at least one time jerking off on his plants. Why do I feel like I'm not selling this very well.
