Gears and Spirits
- Tagline
- In a world wound tightly with cogs and spectres, the truth is a dish best served cold.
- Description
- Set against the grim backdrop of a Steampunk Victorian era beset by eerie occurrences, 'Gears and Spirits' delves into the unknown realm of the supernatural. The documentary follows the enigmatic Chef Orson Wheels-of-Cheese, culinary genius Yun-Fat Chowder, and the robotic connoisseur Jeff Goldplum as they embark on a harrowing journey to concoct a banquet for the beyond. Directed by the visionary Coon siblings, this gritty tale explores the thin veil between our world and the paranormal, questioning what we understand about the unexplainable. As the trio navigates through dimly lit cobblestone streets and fog-laden graveyards, they will stir more than just soup – they'll stir the spirits. 'Gears and Spirits' invites viewers to dine with the dead, as melancholy revelations are as plentiful as the gastronomy amid the hum of automaton servers. Dare to uncover what lurks within the shadows of progress and indulge in the pessimistic beauty of a world where every tick-tock hides a ghostly echo.
- MpaaRating
- PG-13
- PopularityScore
- 8.60
- ReleaseDate
- 02/24/2022
- Genre
- Documentary
- Director(s)
- Cast
Critic Reviews
4.20
In an age where cinematic concoctions often blend the tasteless with the extravagant, 'Gears and Spirits' emerges as a murky broth of tepid intentions and undercooked ideas. Set in a Steampunk Victorian era that's more rust than luster, the film fails to leverage its intriguing backdrop into compelling storytelling. While Chef Wheels-of-Cheese, Yun-Fat Chowder, and the mechanical musings of Jeff Goldplum might sound like a recipe for quirky originality, the documentary is a bewildering jaunt into a would-be netherworld marred by its own lack of clarity. The Coon siblings, though visionary in their aspirations, leave us stranded in fog-thickened clichés instead of delivering the haunting banquet they promised—a presentation of gloomy aesthetics without the soulful sustenance required to satisfy. As the narrative navigates cobblestone clichés and graveyard gimmicks, it stirs – quite laboriously – not just the consommés of the damned, but the weary sighs of its audience. It is a film as cold as its tagline suggests, leaving viewers ravenous for substance amidst the scrapheap of broken narrative gears and lackluster spirits.