Infinity Chamber

Poor acting, amateur actors. I don't know what to say more. I guess good reviews are from director's friends. Seems like it was funded on Kickstarter My gf told me, can you please check if at the end he is still in that room talking to a webcam, yep, he was

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1h40m of the same 3 scenes in a round robin sounds boring, and in this case it is. The story is not original, very cheap production, my advise is skip it.

"The Infinity Chamber" is a Kafkaesque mashup that borrows heavily from "The Trial," "Groundhog Day," "Edge of Tomorrow" and "2001: A Space Odyssey" in a not entirely coherent tale set partially in a dystopian future and partially in a coffee shop from the 1970s, then abruptly changes its premise regarding the innocence of a main character and the nature of society and devolves into an sophomoric allegory to Gitmo, or possibly an existential phenomenological statement on the nature of reality. Along the way, it explores two B-stories, one concerning a romantic interest, the other some sort of guilt over the death of a parent, neither of which seems particularly compelling or relevant, although the love story provides some sort of anchor to an ever-shifting external reality. The production was obviously accomplished on a limited budget, although they managed to use their resources effectively. There are only three main characters, one of whom is only heard. But the acting is capable and the dialogue is clever. Cinematography and production design are more than adequate, with a refreshing lack of the distracting jiggly-cam shots seen in many films. The main character has a monochromatic B&W wardrobe, which reflects the white of his memories and the black of his cell, although it would take a greater measure of perspicacity than I possess to understand why he wears one color or the other or layers them. The 1970s décor of the coffee shop seems calculated to reinforce the notion that he is somehow travelling back in time, possibly within some sort of alternative reality, as if rebooting a computer. The proprietor is a rather ordinary earth-mother stereotype, seemingly chosen to reinforce the notion that she represents reality, as contrasted to the surreal chamber. In some regards, there seems to be a lot of thought given to the symbolism and underlying theme, but it all seems to have been abandoned in the last act. After a somewhat ponderous and often repetitive first and second act, all pretense at a loftier cerebral message seems to have been discarded in a last-ditch effort to reach closure and pick up the pace. Despite a promising beginning, it ends seeming sophomoric and pretentious. As a student film school production, it would undoubtedly receive top marks. As a commercial production, it seems disappointing.