both the privilege of having-affording a family in Iceland and the universal, "time spent" wisely or, fundamentally a movie about Ísland as much as Godland was about a guy-priest and his god-lens. fragmentary and holistically candid, That Remains is seldom flotsam and jetsam, but a love that empowers across people, across species, across seasons, across remains, across nightmares, and weathering the vast, wavy vicissitudes of living and dying-with this circumambience. foreign galleries/doctors/wine clubs you won't visit, deep sea mines (and…

failing to see any of the Kafka-clysmic depth the Aperture Science Enrichment Centre probes, the handheld, ordinary punition Punishment Park evokes, the corpo-psychosis Mr. Robot induces, or the unseemly force majeure that enlivened Paranoia Agent in Kane Parsons' Backrooms. this is inevitable in the way it's always futile to fit some sort of narrative into a 4chan creepypasta (of all things to be made into a film, set in 1990, in this day and age) or why there can never…