Movie Review #3375 : MONOS
Arthouse piece about a bunch of teenage dog soldiers holed up somewhere in remote a South American location, assigned to guard an American prisoner. They’re part of a rebel army called The Organisation and regularly visited by a commanding overseer who puts them through their paces and issues instructions on who does what.
However it all starts to implode after a mishap and the lads’n’lasses begin to outwork their power plays, turning on one another and switching allegiances as it suits. To add to their angst, their prisoner keeps escaping and the gang finds itself imposed upon by units of their greater army which seems to be fighting a war in their midst without them actually being involved.
All ends a bit abruptly and we’re left wondering what it was all for other than an essay that mixes Lord of the Flies with the Survivor reality series. No standout performances and the primeval descent theme is pretty obvious from the get go, so the predictability factor is reasonably high. Overall:
I'm a movie nut from way back with my first ever being The Hallelujah Trail from 1964. Ever since, I've been mesmerized by the giant screen, and the darkness that went on forever. Despite the infernally uncomfortable seats, (plus having to stand for God Save the Queen), I've been enticed ever since to duck into a theatre whenever I can for a few hours of escapism.