Either you know what you're getting with these 'kind of movies', or you already have it, in which case subtle surreal wordplay regarding this auteur & his ensembles output will be as lost on you as an aardvark in an alphabet.
Some people just get on the wavelength & tune into his brand of deliberate pastiche humour with a knowing nod and a groan of contentment, wise to the knowing in-jokes of bygone eras of less seriously smooth film fodder, well aware of the quality of silliness thats an artform in itself. Others leave by the fire-door in a hurry, covered in a hail of popcorn having forgotten to wear appropriate trousers.
There is one lapse in this particular movie, the dance of the native woman went on way too long. Way too long, longer than any way should have gone, a lot longer than a native would have gone for real. And she was a woman, which i can scarce believe.
For that i remove a single star.
Check out his other works, which are similarly low budget but excellently shot, full of very few people, and actors that really do know how to do their job, acting. Plots that recall old 50's or even older flicks that once harmed televisions on a saturday afternoon..
If you found my pedantic or persistent prattling annoying in any way in this particular review then best avoid this movie, cos to be honest its almost certainly hinting at a similar vein of self-aware sensible nonsense. This man has it in spades..if only we knew what It was. To be enjoyed with fish.