Ron Schoenewolf

So, “I Am Here…. Now” is this wild, low-budget sci-fi trip cooked up by Neil Breen—the guy’s basically a one-man band, directing, writing, starring, editing, probably holding the boom mic too. The vibe is kind of surreal, almost dreamlike, but not in an artsy way—in the “did someone actually make this?” way. The story? Well, it’s about a mysterious being from another dimension (Breen himself, obviously) who lands in the Nevada desert, all glowing circuits and cryptic wisdom, and just starts poking around at humanity’s mess. He’s got this “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed” energy as he witnesses greed, corruption, and general human stupidity. The movie hops between different sad-sack characters scraping by in Las Vegas—addicts, sex workers, crooked politicians, you name it. Breen’s character, with the subtle name “The Being,” kind of floats through their lives, dropping philosophical nuggets and zapping the wicked with some off-brand cosmic justice. The special effects? Let’s just say they’re not winning any Oscars, but that’s not really the point. Honestly, you’re either along for the ride or you’re not. It’s a strange cocktail of awkward acting, bizarre dialogue, and ham-fisted moralizing, but there’s something weirdly earnest about it all. “I Am Here…. Now” doesn’t pull its punches about how messed up the world is, but it also believes people could, maybe, possibly do better—if, you know, a glowing space god slapped some sense into them. It’s a cult oddity, for sure.