The Film Critic's Homunculus
Reporting in from the cradling crevices of this critic’s grey matter. Strait from the axon terminal, critiquing the highs and lows of every sight, smell, sound, touch, and taste, I, a humble homunculus, bring these sharpened senses through my filter of critique so that readers may feel informed as to what life experiences would best entertain their own homunculi.
To the passive among us, be warned that the first experience on the docket is one with quite a bit of inertia. It is entitled, “Stomp through a hallway”. Now, for my money, these kinds of independent movement pieces, where the camera pans left to right from two identical walls all becomes unnerving. However what was done nicely were the stripes of a lime color meshed with a powerful grapefruit pink that colored those walls, I would have liked to have felt what the texture of that wallpaper was like.. Now the sound effects were ham-fisted at best, by which I mean the fingernails were digging into the palms in such an aggressive manner that it became difficult to keep track of what the real feeling behind the movement was. I will say this, if you only want to have one experience this weekend, I would recommend skipping this trek of hallway and instead look at what else might be happening to you. Overall, it is the lack of any concrete motive for the stomping around that will leave viewers puzzled and wanting more from the experience. Why stomp? I just couldn't get it, and the act ended with the severest of aching. I give it 2 out of 10 neurons for memory.
For our next experience, we are treated to a smorgasbord of titillating tendrils tracked through the savory sensory cinema. The aptly-titled “In park, with bee” will surely leave you on your seat wanting more. First, the setting was saturated in a gloss of liquid luminescent. The sights seemed to merge with the smells and the smells with my taste as the film infiltrates a sort of synesthesia rarely seen in the fast action-derived world we have all grown so accustomed to. Scanning with an almost picturesque harmony of the natural moment that I almost a washed in delight when I felt the culminating climax cascaded into the senses. The bee that flew by was small and brilliant and determined. A certain contender for moment of the week if I have ever seen, heard, touched, tasted, or smelled one. Floating from pink to blue flowers, it was pure opera to the olfactory senses. Be prepared to linger in the afterglow of this moment-made movie for long after it ends. I give 9 neurons out of 10, bravo!
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