2035: Civilisation has collapsed which means everybody is walking round in crusty leathers. There's mutants and piles of CRT televisions stacked up everywhere.
Hero Jack Slade keeps switching from one reality to another as he can time-travel. How is never explained. Actually hardly anything is explained. I don't know what the hell is going on. My head hurts.
Well this was a peculiar viewing experience. 2035 is easily the most baffling film I've seen in decades and believe me, I've seen some weird shit.
The narrative switching between two timelines is already confusing enough but 2035 is essentially a collection of random scenes taped together. I was initially confused but hoped it would make sense later on.
It didn't.
If anything, it got worse.
To add to the confusion, the director decided to throw in a couple of sequences which can best be described as "art-school project on acid." This means that on the whole 2035 has the sort of storyline flow I normally only see in dreams after eating spicy food.
Then there's some sequences which are gory and horrific for the sake of it. At one point Jack is *literally* ripped to pieces with no impact on the plot. The SFX guys wanted something to do, I guess.
To sum up: 2035 comes across as an attempt to revisit the low-budget SF of the 1990s, trenchcoats, mutants and all, but tries to get clever and fails. Not recommended unless you're a masochist.
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