Whiskey Tango Forest tumbles down the rabbit hole of friendship and art without answers or method. Domestic scenes turn out Zen-stupid, while forests, creeks, and creatures exude intensities = X. When it seems Ada and Ralph might be falling in love, nothing of the sort happens. Nothing happens, but everything changes. A cryptic tribute to the history of anti-cinema, Whiskey Tango Forest is a film about houses and water tanks, and what we sense might just have happened there, perhaps another sugar holiday for the diabetic patient.
