Fateful Findings

The new Mount Everest of filmmaking idiocy and non-acting that makes The Room look like a timeless masterpiece. Neil Breen is director, actor, screenwriter, producer, but mainly a narcissistic moron with a soft brain and disturbing facial expressions that make me feel I should get handsomely paid to watch his creations. It is funny, of course, from the terrible actors to the dodgy style to the mindfuck-packed script, but the feeling of watching shite prevails throughout. The ending is either the product of late-stage dementia or comedy genius, I really can’t decide. (2019.01.12)