'Lucy' takes herself off to an enlightenment weekend and we see how she navigates that and her relationship with her stunt performer daughter.
I struggled really to see what this film was actually about. There was very little about the mother/daughter relationship in the film, except for bad feeling and rushed messages and each not really caring for or listening to the other. But there's no context for that or explanation or resolution.
At the retreat the dialogue is stilted, meaningless, bizarre at times and completely empty in terms of narrative or story context.
The acting now and again was fairly good, but I don't think that was as a result of good direction: I think it was sheer luck that the actors had found something to bite on. Other times it was almost painful to watch as they floundered around not really knowing where the film was going, nor what their part in it was.
Not one single character in the entire film was likeable. Most weren't even pitiable. So the film left me throughout it's excruciatingly long run time feeling bereft of any order, or value, or context, or humanity. It was just a boiling pot of mish mashed emotions and nothingness disconnected form anything else and to be very truthful, I hated it.