Ugh...Yet Again

Well this movie seemed to puzzle me just about as much as the book. This genre of postmoderism appears to be almost purposely frustrating. The lack of truths and information seems to spin ideas and concepts of what could be true in circles around and around in your head. Unlike the novel, the story did have a basic plot line that seemed to grow as the movie went on, but still the whole idea of the randomness about it just throws me for a loop. The eccentric ideas that make up the disastrous story are hilariously comical in their unrealistic nature. I'm sure if the random concepts that are toyed with in Barnes' novel were thrown onto a screen in a motion picture of sorts it would be just as comical. It's almost as though the movie Brazil is showing the unvoidable confusion of this genre. The movie shows the uncertanties that claim to be totally untrue. Whatever the message that is trying to be portrayed, it is confusing, messy and somewhat frustrating. The novel, not being able to connect text with a picture is even more so, the genre absolutely falling on my bad side.