Aimy in a Cage (2016)

I can imagine Aimy in a Cage causing great distress to a casual audience during screenings. Not so much for the content, as it's artistic and experimental form. I pity those who don't have the imagination or capacity to dream of cinema outside of a prescribed copy & paste format. There is a lot owed to Tim Burton - with the colored lighting, gaudy sets, costumes and props reminiscent of Burton's earlier works. The theme of being a repugnant and excluded artist is also present throughout. I saw the film as a subverted allegory for a girl struggling with an eating disorder, but who knows. Like the best surrealist cinema, the film flows subconsciously, like coming in-and-out of deep sleep. The cuts don't necessarily match and the audio isn't always synced, but it only adds to the orchestrated chaos of the film. Intentionally or not, I found the film hilarious in parts, especially scenes involving the Grandmother or Crispin Glover. Unfortunately, the narrative does fall-apart around the 50-minute mark (somewhat amusing in itself) as the cast shrinks downs to a trio. No doubt due to budget constraints. Still, I commend the filmmakers for creating this nightmarish fairytale, experimenting with cinema as an art-form. Which - lets face it, in recent times has reverted to being spoon-fed warm diarrhoea by major corporations.

Just a heads up, this is an art film. It's weird and unpredictable. So if you go into this expecting an easily defined setup, confrontation, and resolution, you will be bitterly disappointed. If, however, you're the type of person who can hang with the uncomfortable, unconventional, and macabre...well you might still be disappointed, but at least you'll know why. In this film you will find random characters and bizarre situations. You might identify metaphors or parallels with society. You might just sit and smile at the absurdity of it all. So here now is your choice. Dive in and see how you fare.

If you started watching the movie, got confused and irritated and then decided to check IMDb for reviews, just in case you are missing something.Some puzzle piece that will make this mess into a coherent experience - well, I hate to break it to you, but there isn't one.The only way for this film to be perceived as "good" is if you genuinely want to take a dive into a delirium.Summary: It's bad, it doesn't get better to the end, no answers or 'endings' will be happening.P.S. I hate "10 lines minimum" policy. This sht shtick doesn't deserve 10 lines.

i was trying to understand this quirky film but alas, I wasn't smoking any weed. to describe it as "quirky" would be describing a small house as "quaint" if you were a Realtor. You just can't quite make it work when you put your nuts into it and get nothing in return. Aimy is an artist who is sorely not communicating with her family. The grandmother is the main antagonist in the Brady Bunch of characters. And we don't fully understand why this is happening. It's just starts up and they just go at it, no rhyme, no reason. Crispin Glover's character floats in and out at will showing up in the shadows and his character is supposedly the love interest of the grandmother but that is just a ploy to get to the mother's wealth. Aimy looks as if she was created as a live action version of a Tim Burton animation. Everything happens within this apartment. You feel claustrophobic as much as Aimy does when they tie her up for a duration of the film.i wanted to like this but after a certain point, the quirkiness wore off and the ending wasn't really an ending. It;s a film that you just want to out out of your mind so I watched The Big Short, a much better film, to clear the mental palate.