Two unfinished reviews that I had written about documentaries for Venice. Decided to try and finish them to the best of my ability, since I didn’t like having the drafts floating around my pages tab.
Despite a frantic opening scene of pitch black visual accompaniment to a 911 phone call expositing the death of the mother, the film resembles a fairytale. The lightness thereof stems from director Stephen Cone’s exuberant humanism.
I find myself becoming less and less receptive towards films in that “love-letter to cinema” genre that set themselves within the film industry. It’s a much more incredible, interesting feat to capture the magic of cinema through its relation towards other aspects of life.
On the Beach at Night Alone is a major Hong, now playing at LAFF.
Wrote this a year ago for a writing the essay class. The class sucked but at least I saw this movie.
Funny how it took the Maryland Film Festival to put together an amazing New York double feature. Dustin Guy Defa’s Person to Person and Alex Ross Perry’s Golden Exits make for such a magically incongruous pairing.
About one of my favorite directors and how his films capture the overarching loneliness of globalization and incorporate global economics and all that.