Yves Gore

The lovers travel as if magical cosmic twins; but their earthbound existence induces recurring distraction, ill health, and indifference. Resolution comes, but it too is multiply doubled.

Whiskey Tango Forest tumbles down the rabbit hole of friendship and art without answers or method. Domestic scenes turn out Zen-stupid, while forests, creeks, and creatures exude intensities = X. When it seems Ada and Ralph might be falling in love, nothing of the sort happens. Nothing happens, but everything changes. A cryptic tribute to the history of anti-cinema, Whiskey Tango Forest is a film about houses and water tanks, and what we sense might just have happened there, perhaps another sugar holiday for the diabetic patient.