A dark theater in the art building is filled with around 30 students who watch as John Lennon’s face slowly morphs from a grimace to a smile. This is what Paul Gansky, a radio-television-film graduate student and founder of The Mad Stork Cinema, calls experimental film.
To call “Lucy” science fiction is a bit of a stretch, since the film’s basic premise — a woman is given a special drug that allows her to access 100 percent of her brain, rather than the usual 10 percent — is based on a profoundly stupid platitude.
There is something off-putting about The Dead Space’s debut LP, “Faker”. Released three weeks ago on local label 12XU, the album is not extremely loud or noisy, like expected. What it does have is a quiet intensity — an inescapable sense of tension and bleakness at the core of every track.
All good science fiction really needs is a great hook, and “Snowpiercer’s” setting is just that: in a post-apocalyptic icescape, a train holding the last scraps of humanity circles the globe in a never-ending loop.