I am very tempted to say this is absolute rubbish, that it so desperately wants to be important and profound. That it feels like the story is unwinding before you only seconds after it's been thought of and that the author is searching high and low for something that means something only to keep finding there's nothing there. That the only thing holding it together and telling you what to feel is the overly melancholic score that repeats and repeats ad nauseam throughout this and all of Poliokoff's recent work. And yet annoyingly having said that I know this like his other works does have a haunting quality that stays with you and so I will probably still watch whatever he does next in the vain hope there's a story that justifies the running time and he uses a different composer. (3/10)
Review of Capturing Mary
