I usually go with the old Jewish policy of "three strikes and you're out", but with Carruth I am giving up after his second incoherent installment. Carruth cannot act, nor apparently, write. Plants, worms, water, bank, blood, trains, pigs and ankle herpes. Sorry for all the "spoilers".
Some view this movie as deep. As deep and substantial as a Great Dane's steaming pile. No thanks. You have been warned.
Gotta love you man. Because you couldn't figure it out, no one can! You're the world's smartest human being!
I bet you don't understand Bell's Theorem and quantum entanglement, either, so I suppose that's all a pile of dog turd, too, rather than the most important scientific discovery since Einstein.
It's kind of frightening that people are so insecure about their intelligence that they take this attitude towards films they can't figure out. Folks who would have no difficulty admitting that they're not smart enough to be a nuclear engineer or write an OS for a computer can't stomach the idea that there are films they can't understand. And so they furthermore feel the need to assert or imply that the people who do claim to understand them are liars, frauds, poseurs, or whatever.
For the record, I think this is one of the two best ordinary-length films ever made. (The other is A Separation.)
Prepare your minds for a new scale of physical, scientific values, gentlemen.
It was very weird the first time. Not what I expected at all. (I had an early copy of his script for Topiary). But, it made me think about it, the cycle, the thief, the worm, the ending. I went back and rewatched it. I admire the depth he put into the story. Shane is a great writer, not an actor, not a director. He has a good eye for camera angles.
And I will go to his next film, even though it sounds like something I won't like. I know I'll be surprised.