WAY too indie

Morose slackers in LA morosely slack around, until somewhere in the middle of a bunch of jump cuts and editing effects it turns out to be about a suicide cult or alternate realities or vampires or something?

An artist and his wife scream at each other through an endless montage of artsy-fartsy special effects, choppy editing, and frequent changes of film stock. IMDB says it's a story of a man traveling through alternate dimensions after his wife leaves him, but fucked if I could figure that out watching it.

Take a fairly boring tale of a mother of a missing girl, the man who accidentally killed her, and the girl's ghost all being mildly annoying to each other in a snowy rural woodland, and then make it worse by adding "artsy" blurred camera work, smash cuts between disconnected scenes and what appear to be actor improv sessions, and a dissonant synth soundtrack.

Good swing and a complete miss. Starts out for at least half of it seeming like that rare decent indie flick, as a couple on a technology-and-sex-fast in the woods have a brutish, shirtless, drunken stranger stumble into the cabin... but then, after that setup, abandons telling a story in favor of a scenes that don't seem related to each other, the stranger telling them "You're already dead", few minutes of "deep" conversation, finally unexplained men in hazmat suits appearing and spraying smoke machines around, and then abruptly ending just when it seems like the second act was about to begin. Plus some sort of "time loop" allusion where everything unexplainedly starts again. But no hint of any explanation at all, for any of it, no plot, nothing. It's like they had a jumble of ideas and didn't think they needed to tie them into any kind of a narrative.…

I guess this is supposed to be some sort of indie neo-noir, because it starts with a robbery, and has people planning other robberies, and has people waving guns around at a few points and some pointless grisly violence that comes out of absolutely nowhere at 1:45 of its 1:50 runtime, but mostly, it's people talking, arguing, or telling endless stories for two hours, capped off by an inexplicably violent ending that features artsy random images and a guy in a dog costume for some reason. I have no idea why this movie was made, or especially why it was labeled a horror movie, except maybe the guy in the dog costume attacking people two minutes from the end. It's boring for 1:45 and then doesn't make sense for 0:08. It's not even bad—it's just not a movie. It's just a bunch of scenes.

This seems like a student film... decent at some things about filmmaking (occasionally striking visual images and framing), and totally seemingly oblivious to the need for others (decent writing, any kind of pacing).

A couple having an affair in an empty house spend an interminable amount of time doing nothing—in fact, the first poorly-recorded line of dialogue is mumbled over 22 exceedingly slow minutes into it. He occasionally wears a horse mask, even during sex. Finally they discover they can't leave, and start to see visions of things that probably made sense in the mind of the student filmmaker who thought of this.

Occasionally they have much-too-long scenes of them just sitting and talking about heavy topics like sin, death, and guilt, and my favorite thing to sit through in all of cinema, hashing out their relationship as a couple at length. I kept expecting Sunita…

An insufferable hipster artist flees to Iceland after the death of his fiancee, where a one night stand with a woman who makes him get a sigil tattooed on his chest and then steals from him leads to him getting embroiled in the slowest-moving, talkiest not-very-well-explained supernatural circumstances ever, leading to him going on a vision quest until he encounters his fiancee returned temporarily from the dead for a climactic 30 minutes of talking about their relationship, my absolute favorite thing to sit through in a movie.

Ponderously dull sci-fi movie of the sort indie filmmakers sometimes seem inclined to make, the kind where an opening credit lets you know it's "A Film By" and not a "movie". A couple's young daughter gets abducted. A year later, they're still suffering from it, and they get moved out to a remote but high-tech home in the woods where he discovers extraterrestrial shortwave transmissions that also somehow cause her to hallucinate and think she's seeing her daughter. Lots of attempts at artsy cinematography and

...oh, sorry, I think I dozed off there.

A single-note idea where a pair of frustrated hipsters who I bet live in Austin wish they were alone in the world, so they wake up alone, and spend the rest of the movie ruminating on their relationship, "deep" thoughts, and mostly doing what look like acting workshop exercises. The movie tries to redeem itself with "artsy" sequences where something they're talking about is occasionally shown in a cutaway animated, rotoscoped, or black-and-white fantasy sequence... for instance, they're lost in the woods, and he says "I should have been a boyscout", cue the 'clever' cutaway of him in a scout uniform, standing next to a puptent, giving the scout salute for 15 needless seconds, in black and white, of course. Ends without a resolution. The whole thing seems like it came from some sort of workshop. I bet it did well in some festivals. Waste of time.

An indie, hipster version of "1408". Woman trapped alone in her Brooklyn apartment has a bunch of surreal, random "scary" things happen to her, and it's all supposed to mean something, but god only knows what. At least the lead actress (who also directs, probably a warning sign) is better at acting terrified than John Cusack.

Note to filmmakers everywhere: the last director who threw a bunch of random shit at the wall and made it stick was David Lynch, and even he had to eventually bring more to the table than that.

A writer, trying to cope with the death of her husband, rents a remote house, where she talks to herself for 90 minutes and slowly loses her marbles. This is punctuated frequently by unexplained cuts to her sitting on a stool on what appears to be a comedy nightclub stage, narrating what was going through her head. Unexplainied, mildly "spooky" things happen towards the end, like the lights going out or the doors locking themselves so she can't leave. And that's the whole movie.

A man holed up in a trailer in the woods, apparently trying to do some sort of alchemy that looks remarkably similar to cooking up meth, talks to himself for an hour and a half, and slowly loses his marbles. And that's it.

Alison Brie as a young woman falling over the edge into complete psychotic breakdown in a painfully indie film that even Alison Brie as a young woman falling over the edge into complete psychotic breakdown can't make interesting. Duplass Brothers project, meaning it's not totally uninteresting, but in this case they save it all for the third act and by that time I'd lost interest.