There's something I find lacking in modern indie movies. It's as if the artist vanishes in them, or else is lost in the image of reality they seek to recreate. For this reason, they seem to lack a distinct personality. This movie is different though. It dares to be about something other than the lives of white twenty somethings, and it finds in its subject matter a new mood, a new character, a distinct identity.
Each movie in the trilogy addresses the experience of being apart from the people and places associated with home, building new connections, and the pain and occassional joy of gradually becoming part of new surroundings. This is my favorite of the three, with its remarkable understanding of this child's way of imagining the world. Beautiful.
(2.5 stars) Mike Ott moves from mumblecore to quietcore.
Very little dialogue. Very still and low energy film.
Too slow for me. Maybe I just wasn't in a meditative mood. But there ya go.
Acting is solid. Visuals are solid.
Just a bit on the dull side.
Gorgeous, immersive, poignant, humane, and revelatory. In every way a more alive work of film than Littlerock (the enjoyable yet implausible and ultimately thin alienation tale that introduced filmgoers to Ott). There remain brief, queasy moments when he fails to thread the needle between finding poetry in hope / unwittingly romanticizing poverty, but these are overcome and the film suggests great achievements ahead.