An extraordinary testament to the art of filmmaking gone hilariously awry. This film transcends the boundaries of traditional storytelling with its bewildering plot, supernatural subtexts, and a protagonist with a god complex so immense it would make Zeus blush. Breen’s character, a novelist-cum-cyber hacker, stumbles upon government and corporate secrets so earth-shattering that they're never actually revealed to the audience. The movie is like a magic trick gone wrong, where the magician accidentally saws himself in half and everyone just politely claps while looking away.

    The acting in "Fateful Findings" is so wooden it makes Pinocchio look like a method actor in the throes of a Stanislavski fever dream. Characters appear and disappear with the randomness of a fever-induced nightmare, and lines are delivered with the emotional range of a teaspoon. The film's special effects, which seem to have been crafted on a budget of three buttons and a shoelace, somehow bring a unique charm to the screen, like watching a car crash in slow motion and realizing the cars are made of cardboard. In the end, "Fateful Findings" is not just a movie; it's an experience, a testament to the unwavering human spirit of trying to make art, even when perhaps one really shouldn’t.

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What Went Wrong?

   This is a question that spirals into a rabbit hole of cinematic chaos. The film's downfall lies in its bewildering narrative, which zigzags between a cyber-thriller and a supernatural drama without any clear direction or coherence. Neil Breen’s ambitious attempt to tackle corruption, infidelity, and supernatural phenomena all at once results in a jumbled mess that leaves viewers scratching their heads in bewilderment. Coupled with the questionable acting, erratic editing, and special effects that defy logic, the film becomes a masterclass in how not to make a movie, yet it achieves a cult status precisely because of its spectacular failure to do anything right.