Smitten to a fault with high-art predecessors, Eric Atlan’s excruciatingly bad drama takes place in an abstract Buñuelian hotel room, glows luminously like Last Year at Marienbad and concludes with a Bergmanesque card game on which the fate of souls rests. Someone’s been hitting up their Criterion DVDs and forgetting about the human dimension; what little of the latter exists is indebted to Mulholland Drive–style lesbian chic, as Jena (Daria Panchenko) gets it on with another hottie (Diana Rudychenko), who happens to be her soul. Not soulmate, mind you—her wounded, bitter soul. Also, the title of the movie is Latin for death.
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