When he’s interacting with other characters, he’s grouchy and irritable, perpetually nagging at people to stop being so evil and corrupt and also to rise up against all of the bad people with the bad politics and the bad corporations.īut when he’s narrating the film, he switches into wise guru/Scientology mode and starts dispensing aphorisms like “You cannot travel the path until you become the path itself”, “Man’s law changes with his understanding of man.

True, I don’t know much about the lives of desperate illegal immigrants, but I doubt they cross the border with expensive backpacks and perfect hair and make-up.īreen essentially has two modes here, and I’m not talking about his dual performance as both the world’s least convincing drug addict since Jesse Spano fucked around with those caffeine pills on Saved by the Bell and a futuristic God-man with thinning hair.

Instead, they come off as sorority girls on a field trip gone awry. These immigrants are supposed to be terrified for their lives every moment onscreen. The Sodom & Gomorrah-like awfulness of contemporary life is illustrated in part through an unintentionally hilarious life or death struggle for survival near the border as our crazed narcissist from the future frees a group of desperate immigrants from an evil band of human smugglers led by a screaming black woman straight out of a blaxploitation film. At the very least, you’d imagine they’d choose someone with a less prominent bald spot but this is Breen’s masturbatory vision of himself as the cranky savior of humanity, so of all of the billions of bodies on earth, this irritable Angel chose one that looks like the writer-producer-director-star’s.

I’m not sure why anyone, particularly a seemingly all-powerful being from the future who is able to bend time, make hundreds of millions of people disappear instantly and control things with his mind would choose to look like Neil Breen. The film in question is Pass Thru, kooky Canuck auteur Neil Breen’s 2016 follow-up to his 2013 cult classic Fateful Findings, which I wrote about for my Sub-Cult column over at Rotten Tomatoes.įateful Findings was as ambitious and crazily over-reaching as it was incompetent, closing with a rightly mocked/celebrated climax where all of the dishonest politicians and leaders confess their awful crimes against the public against some of the most hypnotically terrible CGI since the roof in The Room, and then commit suicide out of shame. Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the third installment of Control Nathan Rabin 4.0-Payola with Honor, the column where I give the living saints who make a one-time one hundred dollar pledge to this site’s Patreon an opportunity to choose a movie that I then have to watch, and then write about.Īs with the first two entries, on the exquisitely good-bad Taekwando Synth-Pop musical Miami Connectionand the just plain terrible 3000 Miles to Graceland,I lucked out with this choice in that it was something I had been circling for a while and was looking for a reason to write about.

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