I always appreciate a piece of art that looks out unto the world and sees one big snake-pit of absurdity staring back, and Maxwell McCabe-Lokos' Stanleyville (which just screened as part of the Nightstream Fest) sees the snake-pit and raises it by order of a circus. Like an episode of Survivor for sociopathic miscreants who've inhaled enough helium to induce a psychotic break, the film drops five strangers into a locked room and tells them if they do so-and-so one of them will win a car -- it's just the "so-and-so" where things get sticky, and before you know it -- sticky everything! Possibly dreamt up by Agatha Christie on a peyote trip, Stanleyville revels in preposterousness, and as such speaks my language. I dug, I dug.
(Oscilloscope will be releasing this movie, stay tuned for more info.)
This has no purpose, nor does it entertain. I’m furious at the absolute waste of ninety minutes. There’s no use. It’s just rubbish.
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