Maybe I'm just post-modern-irony'd out. I found this to be largely unmoving/uninvolving.
There's an interesting absurdist idea here, but I just felt like it was buried under an oppressive narrative tone that really entered the realm of the tedious within a few paragraphs.
It might have worked better if we saw the film from Karen Carpenter's point of view, where she is mysteriously spirited away to an unexpected assignation with Dr. Doom.
As a villain, Doom always struck me as articulate and extroverted, but there seems to be precious little of Doom's dialogue to further the story.
Instead the narrator falls back on an ostensibly humorous schtick that boils down to clumsy exposition.
This all probably sounds meaner than I mean it to, but this could have been an entertaining and funny story. I feel like the initial premise could have worked with a different narrative voice.
