This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
A film that most people are going to dismiss because all Nacho Vigalondo scripts collapse upon themselves like a neutron star, and yeah, it gets a little predictable and silly. But Waddington as a director is doing some really fascinating things with just how artificial her set design and lighting are, in this film that is about constructions of identity and gender as a perpetual performance. There's something here that makes Waddington a real talent to watch, and I am wholly hoping that she gets the opportunity to write her own script next time out.