The Empty Man

The Empty Man

Kept waiting for it to slip up and it impressively never does. Patiently and confidently full of textured portend and cosmic foreboding. How much you dig this might depend on how relatable you find sitting in front of a monitor relaying trippy, doom laden, incomprehensible  information/images to you and immediately upon trying to process what you’ve read, you just hammer back whatever brown liquor is in your rocks glass. First time during Covid that I sat upright and forward on my couch during a scene, and it’s a testament to the film which finds itself riffing on a ton of other films that you still might not know which scene I’m describing because the film is full of off-kilter, intoxicating vibes. God Badge Dale.