It was a strange and perverted take on Polanski's Repulsion (and *that* movie being pretty perverted itself).

I love AI movies 'cause they usually don't understand what they're writing about. This one actually did. Usually the AI is represented as human-intelligent with a personality of sorts. Here it was like what we now have, an extremely powerful sorting and replacing tool.

The physical tech was bad though with electric flashes that would fry any computer and a screen and keyboard fit for a giant. Seriously, the keyboard (virtual) was so huge that if the actress knew how to type, she couldn't and simply pounded about a half dozen keys over and over.

For most of the movie the soundtrack was an annoying series of oscillations, like a 50s scifi but low. A few scientific terms are spoken and misapplied, which annoyed me also but is inevitable in indies.

*** Spoiler City ***

"A book can change the world" is the theme. And she wrote one that started riots then entered into a coached relationship with her publisher for another. Unknown to her the publisher was working for a dark organization controlling society. Not a new idea but really well done here.

To make her susceptible, they surreptitiously got her hooked on their manufactured drugs through a drug dealer friend of hers who stashes his drugs at her place and tells her it's OK if she takes some.

She is disturbed that her book is being rewritten in front of her and complains about it to her friend who tells her that she should write her version of the story then trash can it, then write it again into their editing system. This helps a bit.

Unfortunately, from there it slid too far down to buy into.

Black is the theme (unfortunately doing the dark room thing overmuch). She starts hallucinating black that grows up from her fingers and appears sporadically around her eyes. It vaguely registers on her. That's some drug, 'cause usually people freak out when they see themselves decomposing. Then she starts seeing herself spitting up black gunk, drinking black milk, etc. All of which she is only somewhat disturbed by.

She starts getting tapes from a suicidal girl which demand she meet with her and uses self mutilation to convince.

Half way through she is raped (real or imagined it's still a rape) by the computer. Then, she thinks that she's pregnant and comes to term in record time, drops to the floor and the baby shoots out like a squeezed watermelon seed. Oh yeah, it has an electric red glow.

This continues with her degenerating until she literally finishes the book on deadline, nearly collapsed on the floor with one hand. This is where the baby shoots out. Get it? She's "delivered her baby".

We now learn that there's a Fourth Estate behind all this and they're using her to foment social turmoil. They show up in the person of one woman at her pad and with withering logic (not really) convinces her to willingly become their writing pawn (oh, the "AI" is software that shapes whatever she writes to their agenda) and her hands return to normal.

She ultimately rebels of course, shoots the machine and now we get music instead of sound effects - Rambo music. Seriously, Rambo style music.

The suicidal girl contacts her again and tells her that her book saved her from herself. The writer is confused because her second book was a further version to brew turmoil until the girl shows her it's the initial drafting of the story that she'd been throwing out. Get it? One book can also change one life.

One last contention: Good Lord, she and her agent were both insufferable. I'd have fired that agent if she spoke to me that way. And I'd have ditched the writer as a friend very quickly.

It's gonna take someone who likes all that dark perversion to like this movie but THAT, dear friends, is why I hated this excellent movie.

So the setup is pretty simple and rife for some manner of scifi/horror examinations or exploitations; a broke writer grudgingly accepts an AI editor to basically live-edit her newest work as she writes and her publisher will pay her bills and such so she can keep writing.

Over time, they keep sending more upgrades and additions to the AI, to the point where the AI begins to manipulate the story itself.

But none of that is important or really tangential to whatever this film was going for. Instead, the writer, Bobbi Johnson, goes on drug-fueled writing binges rife with laughable "techie-techno" style music and flashing lights while writing some absurdly over the top purple prose. What little of it we are shown is essentially meaningless word salad. The tone of the film and its alleged theme seem to indicate this was intentional.

Along the way, Bobbi is harassed by a stalker who sends her video tapes, a brother who keeps pestering her to hold onto drugs and guns, a deadline that is thrust in her face at the very top of the neon-light eyesore of a computer she has to work from, and the fact that she is inexplicably coughing up ink and her fingers, hands, and arms are slowly becoming coated black with ink.

All of this keeps escalating and culminating in a finale that, without spoiling, seems to make little to no sense either to someone outside of the writing and publishing world, or else like the incoherent, esoteric rantings and ravings of a high-minded writer complaining about the state of modern literature without really having any specific issue beyond buzzwords like "technology" and "truth" and "lies" and "fourth estate".

What message is trying to be said is in no way reflected by what the film is actually showing us. The rising issues of "fake news", propaganda, and expanding corporate media are in no way reflected by Bobbi becoming inky and presumably hallucinating a lot and computer tentacles.

If this scattershot assortment of imagery and themes was supposed to say something meaningful to someone, it clearly wasn't someone like me.

Strap on your allegorical seat belts cuz you're in for a bumpy ride. I really don't want to spell it out, but this is not a girl meets computer, girl gets pregnant by computer, girl shoots computer kind of story. There is NOTHING literal here, so if you don't like allegories, move on by. This is about a writer's struggle to write and stay true to her own voice, effect change, and influence people but she becomes seduced/drugged/berated by the corrupted post modern Fourth Estate. They force upon her an editing AI computer that takes over her writing and life. (Murdoch...really?) She "births her baby" after becoming increasingly blackened by utilizing the editing AI to write her second book. Her first book was revolutionary and written on an old fashioned manual typewriter. The acting was fine and I liked the "one room" story since it illustrated her sense of isolation. Not sure how the delivery man fit in but enjoyed the movie.

I didn't really swallow the entire computer rape bit, and he getting knocked up was bizarre as she kept turning black all over, her hands her feet, drinking black milk, delivering an electric child or her 2nd novel if you like symbolism. The actress was good at her job. I wasn't crazy about the ONE ROOM MOVIE. I can't stand cheapo movies that only take place in one room for 1 1/2 hrs. I get claustrophobia. It's too dark as well, unlit cheap movies don't have to spend money on lighting which makes the visuals dismal and dark hard to figure out. That's not intentional it's financial. The ONE fan is nuts so I wouldn't make a huge deal out of her.
I don't think it was cohesive but that's just me and I hate 1 room movies.

First of all, as others have said, do not view this as literal. It is a metaphor for what our society is becoming as technology is taking over our lives and power is now in the hands of fewer and fewer people. We are all being manipulated through the screens that are constantly in front of our faces, and those who do the manipulation are not interested in our well-being, but in enriching themselves even more as they take from those who have so little. They select the few who can be seductive and who can influence the masses and subvert them so that they are working for the rich oligarchs. That is my interpretation of this film. Your mileage may vary.

This movie reminded me of 'Naked Lunch', which is a book written in 1959 by writer William S. Burroughs. It was later turned into a loosely developed film which starred Peter Weller and Judy Davis. This film reminded me of the older movie by the use of its psychotics and strange humor which led to no where. Anyway, I really liked Naked Lunch for all of its ins and outs which led us to a complicated middle and drastic ending. None the less, if you are into dark thrillers which aren't too gross or graphic, then give this a watch. Careful... it is pretty heavy.

The cons: It was hard to watch. The story line seemed jumbled. It got weird fast with the psychedelic sex scene.
The pro: It was free. I couldn't watch it all. It was just too much to keep wasting time watching.

Terrible- hard to watch. Boring. Beyond not worth the time or moeny