EYES OF FIRE
What, exactly, did I just watch?
So artsy that by the end of the film I had no idea what had happened or who anybody was, Eyes Of Fire probably has a lot of deep meaning and cool symbolism in it, but couldn't bring me to care enough to look for it.
An adulterous preacher in the old west is about to be hung by his flock when the local witch girl (who, as we all know, old west preachers thought the world of) causes the rope to snap. Then he and a select few of his followers (including the witch girl) are exiled on a raft down the river. What they come across on their journey are, well, mud-men and some sort of half-man-half-moss guy. (does the moss only grow on his north side?)
There's no shortage of striking images here. The grainy, amateurish cinematography aside, writer/director Avery Crounse has undeniably constructed a number of shots that'll most definitely get your attention, even if the film as a whole doesn't.
But there's pretty much zero plot to speak of, and as I said before, the characters are so poorly established that I had no idea who anybody was.
Nothing here for the gut, the mind, or the groin (well, one chick takes it off, but it's about as erotic as a kick in the nuts); so what's left other than a bunch of pretty pictures? Not much.