The Lannb (sorry, I’m sure that jokes already been made a hundred times)
This could easily just be another straightforward and narcotically simple message on “human vs nature” in their exchanges of pilfering from one another and the mutual consequences of such an unstoppable maxim, but then again, it could just as easily be a metaphor for being a struggling cat lady who excessively nurtures their pets, or maybe living the adversarial life of a kidnapped adoptee, or experiencing the short-term curatives of replacing what was taken from you under circumstances of hypocrisy and its proceeding long-term “interest rates” that are tragically attached to them, or who the f**k else knows; all I know is that I was mostly digging it throughout. It’s difficult not to appreciate how Lamb takes up almost half its runtime just to set up a really lived-in atmosphere that casually then allows viewers to accept its later surreal elements as simply other pieces to its authentic environment. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a movie this shamelessly ambiguous and comfortable in its own absurdity; that has to count for something.
My friend actually mentioned to me though a great connection he had found after we finished watching the film, saying how it strangely reminded him of David Lynch’s Eraserhead a bit. Their similarities never crossed my mind until he said it, but thinking on it now, yeah, I can see it.
Verdict: B-
“Lamb” is now playing in theaters.
Burning the Celluloid 
Published by