Triple-exposure meditation on water, ritual, survival, babies, sleep. It can be hit or miss with these types of works and often prolificness helps the artist: what hits for some misses completely for others, and only a few become transcendent. This isn't transcendence, but it has some OK segments.
I was feeling masochistic, ok?
This garbage is about as abysmal as you'd expect, homophobic, transphobic, sexist and racist in various nonsensical configurations that defy understanding in a film ostensibly aimed at tweens. The lowest low for me, among an endless string of bottom-feeding moments, was the disingenuous reference to the Japanese suicide forest video. But maybe that's the key to the mentality displayed here: if Paul feels like no one will take him seriously, why not just be a…
So conflicted: on the one hand its literally Foodfight-level CGI incompetence, awkward and horrible to look at. On the other hand it offers a justification of Christianity so thin, atrocious and unconvincing that I am desperate to meet anyone actually converted by its argument and presentation. Truly, the banality of evil.