Rolling down the street in the dark of night is akin to playing catch with butcher knives - someone is bound to get hurt. Yet Natasha Khan (a.k.a. Bat for Lashes) can't seem to stop playing Russian roulette with her heart (and his), helplessly wandering into an impending train wreck. Beautifully sinister notes accompany the singer as she moves deeper into this Donnie Darko-ish world of life-size rabbits and roadside accidents. The cinematography is excellent, and the director imbues the setting with a contrasting mix of horrific tension and images of the absurd.
Yet as Khan ignores one foreboding sign after another - repeatedly admitting her love has weakened - we begin to wonder if what keeps her going is more than an inability to let go of a previously good thing. She may look disheartened as she rides, but the costumed company she keeps is having a whale of a time. Perhaps she persists past these crossroads for more self-serving (and understandable) reasons. After all, far after the tingling inside is gone - her lust remains.