Little Joe achieves a level of alienation like no other film has. The film has a Kubrickian coldness, shown in the specific splashes of colour and the slow gliding camera. The dialogue lacks emotion but not as a mistake. The film is purposefully uncomfortable and unnatural but, like the effects of the plant, almost imperceptibly so.
While for me the film began slightly out of tune, due to the almost theatrical dialogue, it quickly found its rhythm as the intelligent multi-narrative revealed itself. Whether you read Little Joe psychologically, psycho-analytically or as a straight chiller, it is bound to make your goosebumps have goosebumps.