Divinity

For a movie about our relationship with our bodies, there's surprisingly little intellectual meat on its pretentious bones.

A movie destined for a cult following and subsequent midnight showings, “Divinity” does commit the sin of placing style over substance, but there’s enough of the latter to keep one’s mind spinning along with it

Alcazar pulls on whatever narrative thread suits his fancy in a given minute, but once you realize that piecing his shots together into something truly coherent is a fool’s errand, it’s a delight to accompany him for the ride.

A boldly demented science fiction saga (executive-produced by Steven Soderbergh) that melds the unsettling body horror of David Cronenberg and the seductive surrealism of David Lynch with a menacing video game-inflected spirit of its own.

A misbegotten blend of the futuristic and the antiquated, “Divinity” is an unintentionally comical sci-fi diatribe obsessed with beautiful bodies, bickering brothers and biblical symbolism.

The effortfully quirky elements don’t really add up to a cogent whole, resulting in something a mite too reflective of its creator’s background in commercials and game design — a rarefied, stimulating surface without depth.

Eddie Alcazar delivers far more on imagery than ideas, but there's a gnawing sense that he's subconsciously onto something that only future audiences will realize...

Despite a unique visual presentation, Divinity flounders in its story, haphazardly bouncing through an undefined plot leading to a convoluted mess. Pure style over substance, failing to deliver on a narrative that is engaging or entertaining.

There’s a whiff of the ridiculous to Eddie Alcazar’s stylish sci-fi horror satire that’ll put some off, but even a hater can’t deny what a visual marvel Divinity is.

Just see this thing for Danny Hiele's black-and-white cinematography delineating a future world that truly feels alien.