Leave it to Abel Ferrara to capture the mood of our dystopian moment.

Abel Ferrara is a poet of personal apocalypses and self-created hells; his anti-heroes exist in the shadows of anguish, addiction, and sin. Nonetheless, he has never made a film as murky as Zeros And Ones. An ultra-low-budget response to the early months of the pandemic, produced guerrilla-style under lockdown in Rome, it captures that dystopian cultural moment’s emptiness, longueurs, and sense of disconnection. It’s all one long dark night, a grungy smuggled noir of the digital wasteland, and we’re never really sure what’s going on, except that a lot of it involves characters watching things on screens. That, too, feels dead-on accurate.