A deserted city is the setting, where a woman walks alone trying to approach and enter the forbidden zone. Traps and the morning patrol lurk everywhere. Electronic voices summon the (non-existent) people to abandon the city. Can a love affair in this place survive?
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The image of the house-owning toy car jealously guarding its premises overlapped w/ an early Brit experience. Watching the road, the cars seemed to move spectrally on their own. For a second I could portray this species of self-governed and -propelled technology living in closed communities away from all human intrusion, tinkering in the garden, flocking out to absorb the skimpy sunshine. Then I recalled that drivers
It is a pity that Nikolaidis could not (or did not wish to) develop a tighter script that could connect the post-apocalyptic urban wasteland into a some sort of critical inquiry of a civilization in debris. As a result, the admitedly competent duo is only engaging in incoherent reflections. It looks extremely handsome with beautiful shots mostly in the alleys and in the anarchically romantic finale. Worth watching.
Was going through old ratings and forgot I had watched this months ago...definitely better than Singapore Sling, mostly for the setting, though I remember almost nothing else about it save when she goes to the theater.
It's not easy to track down (ordering a copy through Nikos Nikolaidis' official site is your best bet), but "Morning Patrol" is a must for Sci-Fi fans. A beautiful tone poem of a film, with sumptuously lit and photographed post-apocalyptic vistas to rival "Stalker," an elegiac synth score, subtle performances, and pithy, poetic excerpts from the likes of Ray Chandler and Philip K. Dick.
How he uses poetry, environment, and texture to tell us a story of humanities final hour is excellent. And it never feels far, actually quite close, since we now live in a world of decontextualized existence his motif of electronic messages that we understand only in the immediate and how the memory of what it means to be human rapidly fading away feel sharply accurate.