(originally posted on September 25, 2007)
Don't even try to classify this effort from Ball, a Long Island native who's married to an Icelander and has lived pretty much around the world. Part existential fable, part thriller, part dystopian paranoia tale, it's jumbled and strange and weird and wonderful and I couldn't put the damn thing down if I tried. Kind of like Richard Gwyn's THE COLOR OF A DOG RUNNING AWAY played at 45 rpm.
