The Bad Batch

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You can’t get further away from Aquaman as this one.

Dry, post apocalyptic desert all around, Jason Momoa (our future DCEU King of Atlantis) and a little girl (Jayda Fink) traverse the dangers of the Mad Max-lite world in the new film by Ana Lily Amirpour.

The movie also follows the misadventures of Arlen (Suki Waterhouse), a girl who wound up in the desert, cast out from society into this desert wasteland.  Arlen is captured and has her arm and leg amputated for food.  Yes, the people in this desert have become cannibals to survive.  She is able to escape and finds herself into a group of people who provide her with a false leg so she can get around.

After recovering, Arlen set out to gain some vengeance on the people who cut off her appendages, shoots a woman, and winds up with the little girl known as Honey.  However, Honey winds up with the Dream (Keanu Reeves) in his small cult-like Utopia.  Arlen meets Momoa, gets taken away, and heads through a psychedelic world to find Honey again, for…you know.. reasons.

The story unfolds sloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowly.  The first hour or so of the movie was remarkably dull and had very minimal dialogue.  Honestly, I am not sure much about what happened or why some of these people did what they did.  I understood why they resorted to cannibalism.  Other than that, most of the motives in this movie were enigmatic.

There was a Hermit (played by Jim Carrey) and his purpose is a complete mystery.  He is silent throughout and he pops up randomly a couple of times to provide… um… comedic relief?  Not really sure.  The effects on Carrey were top notch.

The film should also reveal how selfish our two main protagonists are, thinking more about what they want and need instead of the needs of Honey.  The final scene drives that home with a somewhat cold brutality.

I’m really not sure what I watched.  Perhaps this is meant to be a new take on the genre, but the shocks were few and far between and the rest was nonsensical.  Momoa reminded me of WWE wrestler Roman Reigns every time the camera stopped on him and his lack of connection to anyone or anything made me not give one fig about his character.  I didn’t care about any of these characters and that made this excursion into the Bad Batch very dull.

I did become hungry for spaghetti.

1.8 stars

 

 

 

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