The film could be about the urgent, modern necessity of quiet observation. It is also an ode to the ability of cinematographers everywhere to sublimate the environment around them and transcribe their vision to the screen.
How do you give a star rating to a film like this? With a movie so perversely sui generis, yardsticks are pointless. It all comes down to the viewer’s tolerance for pretension and avant-garde risk taking.
Mitic claims he does not recall when the idea first came to him, but as it emerged he started contacting documentary filmmakers the world over to ask them to send him their best documentary shots of «nothing».
With this one I had a blast! Watching photographies - some funny, most aesthetical pleasures, some mind-bending, others beautiful - accompanied by Tiger Lillies’ macabre music that makes you wanna take Death out for a drink and tell jokes together, plus Iggy Pop doing William S. B. And the idea that we all were once nothing, one day we’ll again be nothing, in-between we’re humans often feeling we’re nothing.
This is easily my favorite movie that I've watched so far this year. I'm not much one for poetry, but the writing of the narration in this movie was beautiful, amusing and profound. The cinematography was not only very well done, but more beautifully combined with the great narration by Iggy Pop and the wonderful musical score into a masterful piece of art.
Halfway through I knew I wanted to watch this again.
A filmmaker’s film, an ode to the camera itself and the beauty of everything it captures, even the most seemingly mundane—or “nothing”—subjects. Not quite narrative, not quite documentary, I guess IPON would best be classified (though that very act defeats the purpose) as an essay film, like “Sans Soleil” but much cuter (though never precious). The cinematography is stunning and Iggy Pop’s narration is a real treat.
The story behind the film is probably more entertaining than the final result. The score by Pascal Comelade and The Tiger Lilies is quite brilliant and the Seussical narration of Iggy Pop entertaining but the melding of verse and image fails to resonant.
Kept thinking: "I can't believe it's not French!" Then I saw the credits. Their sticky paws were all over it. Callow EuroColonial obscenity. Instagram binge re-vomit. This is not the same MUBI that had the intelligence and taste to run a Peter Bo Rappmund series. This is reminding me of the collapse of Fandor. Is this where Jared Leto fled to, hired as MUBI's Chief Creative Officer? Fuck this. Not renewing. 8/22 Bye!
A very unusual film: documentary elements (captured with great cinematography), divided in chapters and combined with mixture of music and poetry. The result is sometimes thoughtful, sometimes ironic, sometimes playful, sometimes surreal.
An attempt at being meaningful and relevant that fell on it's face.
On the plus side if you suffer with insomnia give this a try (it put me to sleep).
Some-Thing is way more interesting.