Under the Silver Lake, David Robert Mitchell's follow-up to It Follows, sees Andrew Garfield on a comically convoluted quest around the surreal nooks-and-crannies of Los Angeles.
As crowded and confounding as a Pynchon novel, and similarly funny and confusing, Under the Silver Lake is so packed with images, ideas, characters, and idiosyncratic plot threads, that it's impossible to address every aspect of the film. Even if I tried, I wouldn't be able to convey any kind of unified presentation of the movie's content, because the film squirms out every time I try to contain it in a singular conceptual box.