Two Gates of Sleep

Starts off promisingly but peters out as the story, told practically sans dialogue, heads nowhere consistent.

As a work of narrative fiction, the film is too little invested in character to make the occasional intrusions of plot meaningful, while its editing is overly elliptical and its actions too perfunctorily observed to make it work as a documentary study of human activity.

While the overall theme is potentially rich, filmmaker Griffin merely bores us.

The intent is perhaps some kind of dark tone poem, and the cinematography (by Jody Lee Lipes) is lovely. But oh, the tedium.