Thehibikiew Not even bad in a good way

Comwayon A Disappointing Continuation

Fairaher The film makes a home in your brain and the only cure is to see it again.

Jemima It's a movie as timely as it is provocative and amazingly, for much of its running time, it is weirdly funny.

Leofwine_draca I have to admit that I couldn't watch more than five minutes at a time of AIMY IN A CAGE, a ridiculously quirky sci-fi comedy made on zero budget. Remember those mock-TV show scenes in NATURAL BORN KILLERS, starring Juliette Lewis? Well, imagine those made up to feature length, and you have this film. It's tacky, cheesy, and extremely broad, featuring a barrage of camera effects attempting to hide the fact that there's no proper story. Crispin Glover stars, surprisingly enough, but the whole thing is still an embarrassment.

S. Michael Wilson (Moviesucktastic) This is the kind of German Expressionism meets Art-Deco Kitsch that was popular with low-budget guerrilla filmmakers and artsy porn directors in the eighties, and even then not so much. Style-over-substance without any discernible style other than pseudo-fifties-steam-punk, this is what would happen if you gave a first-year film student a six-figure budget. If you attempt to hang on through the first twenty minutes or so hoping that a semblance of structure or cohesion will begin to take hold of what loosely passes for a plot, you'll just wind up more disappointed. You'd be better off digging up an old copy of Meet the Hollowheads or Terrorvision. Even Cafe Flesh would feel like a step up from this.

travisbickle86 I can imagine Aimy in a Cage causing great distress to a casual audience during screenings. Not so much for the content, as it's artistic and experimental form. I pity those who don't have the imagination or capacity to dream of cinema outside of a prescribed copy & paste format. There is a lot owed to Tim Burton - with the colored lighting, gaudy sets, costumes and props reminiscent of Burton's earlier works. The theme of being a repugnant and excluded artist is also present throughout. I saw the film as a subverted allegory for a girl struggling with an eating disorder, but who knows. Like the best surrealist cinema, the film flows subconsciously, like coming in-and-out of deep sleep. The cuts don't necessarily match and the audio isn't always synced, but it only adds to the orchestrated chaos of the film. Intentionally or not, I found the film hilarious in parts, especially scenes involving the Grandmother or Crispin Glover. Unfortunately, the narrative does fall-apart around the 50-minute mark (somewhat amusing in itself) as the cast shrinks downs to a trio. No doubt due to budget constraints. Still, I commend the filmmakers for creating this nightmarish fairytale, experimenting with cinema as an art-form. Which - lets face it, in recent times has reverted to being spoon-fed warm diarrhoea by major corporations.

twotrybe i was trying to understand this quirky film but alas, I wasn't smoking any weed. to describe it as "quirky" would be describing a small house as "quaint" if you were a Realtor. You just can't quite make it work when you put your nuts into it and get nothing in return. Aimy is an artist who is sorely not communicating with her family. The grandmother is the main antagonist in the Brady Bunch of characters. And we don't fully understand why this is happening. It's just starts up and they just go at it, no rhyme, no reason. Crispin Glover's character floats in and out at will showing up in the shadows and his character is supposedly the love interest of the grandmother but that is just a ploy to get to the mother's wealth. Aimy looks as if she was created as a live action version of a Tim Burton animation. Everything happens within this apartment. You feel claustrophobic as much as Aimy does when they tie her up for a duration of the film.i wanted to like this but after a certain point, the quirkiness wore off and the ending wasn't really an ending. It;s a film that you just want to out out of your mind so I watched The Big Short, a much better film, to clear the mental palate.