I’m sorry if my review here is brief, but it hasn’t been a good weekend. I hurt my back on Friday. How, I don’t know. I got out of my Dad’s car and all of a sudden I got this massive pain in my back. It has all but subsided by today, but I still am out of it. So you can imagine my disappointment when I had to sit through this film. It’s not complete art house trash, but it is pretty close. Don’t ask me what it was about. It juxtaposed cool calm imagery with dialogue that never originated from the images we were seeing. Even when two people were talking to each other. They never actually opened their mouths, we just heard the voices. The film probably had something to do with colonialism and how you can be driven mad trying to create your own cultural island in some another countries’ sea (like Black Narcissus (1947)). Frankly, I don’t care. I was bored out of my skull.