An agoraphobic
guy relives a traumatic road trip through Europe.
As they
often say, execution is paramount. Here we have a nonsensical darkly comic
story that doesn’t make a lot of sense but it translates to the screen in an
amazing way.
See, to
recreate all the events of the infamous trip the writer / director, Paul King,
decided to make our hapless protagonist relive them entirely in his flat. So
when a flashback starts the apartment literally transform into a different
place that is composed entirely of everyday stuff.
It’s
difficult to describe but amazing to see. It reminds me of the surreal
landscapes in Terry Gilliam’s Brazil.
The story
itself, as I said earlier, is completely bonkers and disconnected but it
manages to hold itself enough for the movie to go on. It’s very difficult to
connect and relate with these surreal types and so in the end the big
revelation has less impact than it ought to.
The jokes
are mildly funny, in the cringe inducing way that seems to be so popular
lately.
Verdict: The
movie itself is not that good but the visuals alone are worth it
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