Let's talk about Unconscious

Ladies and gentleman, it’s official: I am now Big Time.

You know you’ve made it when unsolicited emails ask you to wield your awesome blogging powers in their aid. Since my ego is the second fastest way to my heart (the first being my small intestine), I will obey its orders and give a shout-out to the indie film Unconscious.

To be perfectly honest, I expected Unconscious to be a weak sauce student film shot entirely in black and white and about as comprehensible as Eraserhead. I was happy to be proven wrong on all accounts.

I am 60% certain this movie is not about date rape

Unconscious is a “whimsical period comedy” that follows a young woman as she questions the sexual taboos of early 20th century Spain while on the hunt for her missing husband. I know what you’re thinking, “Geez, if only I had a nickel for every film about a sexual awakening set in early 20th century Spain involving a missing spouse.” But from what I’ve seen (read: a 2 minute clip), it’s both funny and not a porno.

I wish I could say more about Unconscious, but I don’t have a free copy of the movie to review (editor’s note: hint, hint). The production values are obviously high and the use of subtitles automatically grants it indie film cred. And the reviews on IMDB are a very robust 7.8 which is actually better than such luminaries as A Hard Day's Night and I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry.

So if you haven’t seen this film yet, you might want to check it out. Otherwise I think we can all agree that I am a media whore.