You can imagine my frustration when I sit at Honor Farm, the words do not put any honor in honor; There is no farm. Okay, so none of these things is a disappointment, but Karen Skloss’s fantasy dreamlike directorial debut is lacking in things that look like a fused cinematic experience.
The premise borrowed from every intermittent abandoned building film of the past decade – opening a group of young potholes that suppress the prom to throw around an abandoned prison buried in the jungle. Naturally, everyone behaves in a straight line and makes decisions and brings home with a ban on leaving the city just joking. The group collectively collects some mushrooms, call spirits and finds deep unexpected connections when cutting the sums.