The word that comes to mind is "hardcore." A feverish cyberpunk dystopia with all the attendant signifiers of digital depersonalisation – screens containing incomprehensible data, societal collapse glimpsed through shreds of TV news coverage, divine fury replaced by remotely controlled orbital weaponry – collides with the ugly fragility of organic matter; bullets piercing flesh, bones shattering, limbs being torn off. Far more than a provocative stylistic flourish, this unappealing corporeality escalates into a fascinating kind of waking nightmare that collapses…
Locarno Film Festival 2021 #13
Producer, touring the set: "I must say, Monsieur Mandico, I'm impressed. You seem to have gathered the best team of set and costume designers, makeup artists, lighting technicians, and composers money can buy. This movie will look and sound like a masterpiece. Do you have a script to match this artistry?"
Bertrand Mandico, scribbling stick figures onto a commemorative Kate Bush napkin: "A what?"
Locarno Film Festival 2021 #9
I'm writing this review as I'm getting ready for round two. First impression: just a blast – funny, irreverent, gloriously cool, impeccably choreographed fights, narratively all over the place in a way that makes it hard to tell whether that's a deliberate homage to 1970s genre cinema, or whether it's just a flawed script. Seek this out if you have the chance.