A dying scholar gathers 12 young men at his remote manor to explore death through philosophy, ritual, and transgressive acts—blurring the line between thought and obsession.
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...
