This film is not a film, this film is film. It is for its moment extreme and relentless, a stuttering excess of electro-hokey knee bending, shrieking and clamouring in the dark to be heard above the monotonous snoring of the audience. This bombastic poetry of closures parades between one last minute and the next revealing the parallel pathos of populist politics and pink drawing pins It is a dissonant hyperbole shouting defiantly like Jack McCann in Nick Roeg's Eureka "It's not over until it's over”.