Mina hits rock bottom and returns home to her neurotic, puppet-company-obsessed sister, Gwen. Attempting to pull of an important puppet show, the sister’s mutual resentment escalates a series of disasters, including a bloody search for a lost worm puppet and a hallucination-fueled bike ride.
At its heart, it’s a fond tribute to an influential artist and thus one that can speak to everyone’s inner artist, even if it lacks the sincere commentary you may wish to see.
As noted in the headline, I didn’t like this movie. Not to say it’s the worst thing ever, but it’s just…meh. Nothing much to it. Very generic. No surprises. At the very least, the cast is diverse so I’ll give it that.
If the message here is that without a support system, grieving people turn into monsters, it’s not really well-delivered and may be flawed as a message itself.
A boy named Max experiences adventure within his own house while staying home alone.
This emotional, frightening, and dreamlike story examines the ways actresses are exploited in the name of art.
When you first hear that there is a series on Netflix where the lead character’s wife dies from cancer and he becomes dangerously suicidal, you wouldn’t immediately assume that it’s a comedy.
