Not enough videotape. This film’s reputation essentially lies in its aid to the breakthrough of American “independent cinema”, which had been happening since John Cassavetes 30 years before and did not need the backing of Miramax, thus I will largely ignore it. As a stand alone piece, the film succeeds at its aims and does some good old fashioned subversion. Its use of incongruity between image and sound to create tension and subtract the prominence of time is particularly intriguing. Solid.