Some cool visuals and grotesquerie, but really incoherent as a movie. I think it's interesting that the film attributes to modern dance itself the alienation effect some modern dances can/try to induce, so that a movement/period associated with avant-garde, often leftist praxis becomes politically and artistically inverted in this film into the sign for far-right, Nazi-holdout violence. Literally, the dance here is presented to us as the mutilator, when really it's the film that rapid-cuts and narrativizes its paltry dances into a mutilated body-object for its fire and brimstone ritual finale. Weird flex.