Slow Machine

You’d think a film marketed as “Lynchian” (David, not Stephen) that has a lead actress with a shifting accent and Eleanor Friedberger basically playing herself in a supporting role would be too incomprehensible and zany for its own good, but “Slow Machine” is mostly just boring. There are nonsense bits that don’t amount to a hill of beans (whoops, I meant “elements to speculate on long after you’ve watched the film”), but for most of it, I was begging for unintelligible madness, if only to ward off yet another college thesis disguised as a monologue. Thank goodness this was short.

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