i'll start by stating that i watch a ton of indie flicks. okay? that's the genre - i feel - where i'll most likely find a piece that doesn't belittle me as someone who wants to watch a film and do a little thinking. turns out, these days, that's not the case. i just seem to keep watching kids in their apartments.
however. this film was one cloudy little gem. as someone who hungers for minimalism, i was delighted to find that not only did the filmmakers not hold my hand through the thing, they didn't even extend theirs. not once. which felt more than appropriate given the subject matter.
i don't want to go too far into the details, as this is a thinking wo/man's kind of picture, but i found it beyond refreshing to finally watch an independent film that was challenging in the right ways. it kind of struck me as what a more modernized cassavetes picture might feel like. there's probably even a little bit of mike leigh in there.
this is sounding too vague, i know, but there's honestly not a lot going on in the film story-wise so i really don't want to talk too directly about it. and that's a good thing for christsake. it's a brooding, swirling storm that you'll have to clean up after.
really something else.