Well, I enjoyed the film. Something about the look of it was nicely disorienting–like a bad dream–and some of the scenes were quite terrifying.
But the whole chronofusion (I call it that, don’t even know if it’s a word) of the film. Is it the seventies? The eighties? The present? A bit in the future–that weird clamshell ereader? The clothes, hair, cars, buildings, TV programming, radio show: they all join to add an era-disorientation that adds to the dream-oddity of the flick.
So, aside from the dangerous sex metaphor, I just love that you feel as if you are in the Twilight Time Zone watching it.
Did you see it? Did you get that same odd feel of not knowing…when…exactly?