How do you standardise the definition of a fever dream? It’s a phenomenon that relies on a subjective distortion of what’s real; a coloured, personal perception of what defines us and what scares us.
And yet it’s a label that sticks to Monos effortlessly – in Alejandro Landes’ sophomore feature, eight teenagers are living and training up for a never ending war in the Colombian mountains, as the sound of gunshots ring like alarm clocks and they watch over a hostage, and a cow called Shakira. This instantly feels like the stuff of nightmares.
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