Does the audience which 88:88 seems designed to attract actually have the attention span to watch it? There are so many directorial decisions which abrade, confuse and distort, when the theme seems to beg for just the opposite, but I like the hyper/multi/congeries/color-seared bad poetry of it all. Beats most contemporary good poetry.
Un ejercicio narcisista de meditación errante donde las contradicciones discursivas se vuelven una representación fiel de los problemas de identidad en la adolescencia tardía. Pesa más el error como valor para el análisis que las reflexiones superficiales de Isiah Medina.
ne pas vraiment tenir compte de la note. je l'avoue.. je n'ai pas regardé jusqu'à la fin, j'ai peut être raté une expérience interessante. c'était plutôt séduisant, mais je reste perplexe. cela aura quand même eu le mérite de me questionner sur l'état actuel du cinéma expérimental, ses limites et sa visibilité. à suivre
Youthful, emotional, even quite intense sometimes. Very well-composed with exciting visuals. The noises and overlapping audios almost made me concentrate and listen better. Cleverly thought out and put together. I feel like there isn't really anything to "get", it's not about the details, it's more the experience.
I'll be honest, I couldn't pull the threads together. I enjoyed the longer, more personal segments, but I don't think the film generated much sympathy. The philosophical and pseudo-mathematical talk was nonsensical, something that feels deep until you listen to the words. It's important to recognize how hard it is to be poor, but without context or an adequate hook, it feels forced and unrealistic.
pretty intense. really loved this, especially how it kept the audience at a level; there’s both distanciation and intimacy, with some beautiful fades that linger & showcase the essence in objects. the monologue of the guy choking up at his memory of the family at the park is life.
88:88 belongs in a exhibition space, as by design it should be consumed fleetingly. The stylistic approach doesn't congeal with a sit down watch. You learn just as much in 30 seconds as you do the duration. Aside from a misplaced platform, there is little substance. Upon hearing a certain recording of (un)inspired teens wax philosophical, the spine is broken and my attention was at last turned away.
I feel on the verge of making a connection between the idea/concept of suspension and this film but I just don't know how to reach it. Seems like only meaningless (but not quite empty) 'surface'. Maybe subversive if attn paid to the words filmed and spoken? Mubi desc -"[it] explores the challenge and beauty of living in and thinking through our world."- I agree but feel like it's an exploration without any discovery.