At sea only in the sense that the sole actor seems without purpose.

It's really about a hoarder choosing to live alone in the wild.

Black and white grainy film, low light, out of focus close ups.

I kept wondering what his set-up was. Does he have electricity?

Yes - there's a record player working. Does he have hot water?

Yes, he takes a shower, though he has no soap. What's in that huge house? A lot of junk mostly. Is he a hoarder? What does he eat? Who knows. Once he makes a sort of soup outdoors,.

Where does he go on his walks? Nowhere, except to find a place to sleep. He drives his jeep somewhere, so he must have access to gas. He builds a kind of boat, at least something that floats, where he can maybe meditate and of course sleep.

There's a black cat in the house but the man doesn't interact with it.

He never talks, not even to himself.

At the end, we still know nothing about the man as we watch his face slowly disappear from the screen.

2 stars? Well, there are a few nice shots of nature and of his beard.

Oh Lord, this is simply one of the dullest films I've seen in a long time. I have to advise that this contains a spoiler - that's right - there's no plot anyway. Long shots where nothing happens. Some still photos hinting at a life beforehand. A scene where we watch him sitting on his inflatable and then for fully five minutes watch as it drifts a few metres back to shore. And the long long slow finish.... Tedium beyond belief. I went as I believed in a certain review in The Guardian that suggested there was something in here which was thought provoking - "Quietly enigmatic, valuable work." Enigmatic - well yes, if you call being wilfully opaque, enigmatic. But valuable? I disagree.