AKA: Rumors (god damn it)
Seven political leaders meet up at the annual G7 summit to discuss the world's affairs amid an undefined crisis. A lot of weird stuff happens, leading to them running amuck around the dark woods at night, but given the film's forthright unwillingness to provide any answers, I found myself not giving a shit after awhile. I suppose it's an allegory or something. It's the type of absurdism that is bound to piss people off, just like it did to me. It's either bullshit pretentious garbage or brilliant pretentious art. No fucking idea; take your pick.
Also, what do we have to do to deserve Charles Dance as U.S. President? I didn't even think that was possible.
2 fap monsters out of 5
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