It all comes down to Cassandra. Wakes up in an ice bath, the boyfriend is covered in blood in the next room, day after second changes at night, and dislocation from one to the other. And this note, "Find a Beginning." In order not to go crazy, Cassandra urgently needs to remember that she was sprinkled earlier, which still does not let go.
Movies about time travel are actually a great entertainment, even ugly. But in the case of Kenneth Mader’s “Movement,” something is even shrugged, not knowing how to describe it. It is no longer entertainment, but work. The heroine, partially lost memory, constantly wobbles within a specific time period (month-year-five???), and in the course of the cavardak, she tries to find “yesterday” and “the root cause of the first principles”, constantly focusing at random. Approximately like in “Remember” Leonard all the time collected his memory bit by bit, here it is similarly masaic, only in the trap of a quantum loop, skewed like a toy of the Rainbow.
The sewn film is not very convincing and presentable, frankly, as if kickstarter funds were collected. Not particularly falling into the image of a chick runs through three or four pale locations and hysterically asks relatives and acquaintances what is happening at all. And there's a whole bunch of conspiracies coming out. But here's the "Movement" scenario making the brain boil. Maeder in the process apparently did not get out of scientific books, because all his characters are mostly PhD professors undergraduate, and all of them are completely rubbing for the processes of quantum physics (time displacements, inversions, entanglement of large bodies, loops in loops and so on). And you’ve been drooling so stupidly for such a long time (no, it’s me asking “What’s going on here?”). No wonder. Not only are the events and moments in the film shuffled as a puzzle, where even duplicate loops go random, and Cassandra’s acquaintances at any point in the event somehow know more than they should than cause even more confusion. "Stop the plane, I'll get down!"
But despite the intricately (and seemingly intentionally) confused by events running with déjà vu and doppelgangers, the results of Mader summed up simple and some not even impressive or something. It was like watching a cross between Rick and Morty mixed with Dynasty. Desperate dreamer children are fiercely dodging in time, and birth children with the risk of life behind them are trying to clean up. In principle, the movie is ok, but not without excitement. Amateurs will appreciate, although all these rehearsals will be wildly tired on the way. And I'll definitely have to reconsider.
5 out of 10