Call me pretentious for getting engrossed in this, but this is some of the purest use of sight and sound fundamentals put to film. The flashes of color instill an idiosyncratic rhythm that tramples you with its uneasiness. The colors themselves provide respite, drum up anxiety and tension, and manipulate space and time. Tidbits of dialogue and ambient sound become replaced with a tone turning increasingly shrill. I became hyper-focused on the fixations of the scene, from the interrupted glimpses of quotidian life to the interpolations of pinned images with simple visual insertions. Wavelength is either an enthralling and horrific experiment, or a monotonous nothing-burger.
(yes I watched it all in one sitting like a good boy)
