A British white man looks into a mirror expecting to see his blushing bride-to-be by his side, but instead he is horrified by the sight of a Southern Black woman pointing a rifle towards him. Is the mirror a metaphor? Or, as the film would rather you have it, isn't the sight shocking enough?

Were this film to have any real edge, it would've given Emma a voice or any semblance of interiority to either dispel or uphold Charlie's nightmarish…

A Culture of Consumption

For any other film, remarking that your favorite scene is the opening credits sounds like a joke. For Enter the Void, it's a bitter truth. The film promises to be a drug-induced Sisyphean trip to fill the insatiable emptiness of loss and separation, but by the end of its mind-numbing runtime, the film regrettably, and most likely unwittingly, reveals that its conception of the "void" is merely an exhibition of white self-indulgence. Looking at this film's…