Male upbringing and gender conformity as horror story? Sounds about right. Rosenblatt's control of his found footage and ability to re-envision prepubescent masculinity is in turns traumatic and, as someone who went through it, kind of cathartic. The movie generates a coiled tension and only releases it in the credits, with the beautiful strings and Rosenblatt's dedication 'For My Brothers', which took my breath away
I guess I feel like this hasn't aged super well? In a good way, though. In the sense that there seems to be more discussion of these kind of things these days? Obviously we still have a ways to go, but there has been enough progress that watching this feels kind of like, "Yeah, we know," today. I definitely like the collaging of the footage, though. I haven't seen many films like this.
A beautifully put together essay on "being a male". It's quite surprising how deep this film manages to dig into the psychological side of being conditioned by society - the society that tells you to "be a man". I enjoyed the visual side, the 20 minutes format seems to work very well, it's definitely worth spending the time.
The beautiful and hard biography / confession of a serial killer using his camera for a gun. Enacted with beautiful imagery and sounds - honest, almost devastating. The end and its transition to the beginning of "Human Remains" is marvelously suggested by a breath. It yells 'destroyed youth' and implies the suicide of a dictator, when the fire came to close.