This movie mis-sold itself.
It is really a nature documentary, showing us some gorgeous slow shots of foliage, with a most 80s sound track, with a bit of humans in it to remind us how superior unmoving, bad lit, badly frames leaves can be in terms of screen time.
When watching, it becomes instantly clear what this movie is. If you make the mistake of hopping through the long shots, slow pans and weirdly framed bits of scraggly bush, then you'll skip the majority of the movie. If, instead, you skip through the truly atrocious human parts, then you can remain in that calem, zen space, especially if you turn off the horrendous synths.
Part of me wonders if the movie has been made to demonstrate to other film makers every bad mistake a director can make. Introducing characters needs to have them engaged with others, interesting dialogue, read with conviction and verisimilitude. Not 5 minute montages of them getting out of bed, scratching their balls and having breakfast.
Shots designed to capture the nature of a person need to be at the level of the faces, with the actor filling the screen, so we can focus on their emotions as they play out across their faces, not shot from above, seeing mostly the tops of their heads.
Chase scenes need more than just a stationary camera and intense music. Indeed, don't build your movie around the tunes, padding out every scene to fill the runtime of the royalty free midi synth track you downloaded.
Your story also needs a story. Hinting at day of the triffids and predator isn't enough. Character development. Engaging mystery. Stakes. Something. Anything.
There were so many flaws with this movie. Its not even bad. It boring. Boring, meaningless waste of everyone's time. The director needs to go to school, learn some new tricks, and maybe watch some good movies and pay attention to the direction. Perhaps then they won't share turgid nonsense with the world, but something worthy of pride, instead.
