88:88 ★★★

Watching 88:88, right from its no-fanfare opening, I feel as if I've been invited to spend time among a small network of family and friends. It's an hour long, but feels as if it might encompass a week, even a month in their lives. Hard to tell because events often unfold concurrently, one superimposed atop another. Audio tends to be unhinged from image, too, so the muttered voiceover and overheard conversations bear only a shadow of a relationship to what's happening onscreen.

People loiter on sleety streets or in cluttered living rooms. They send and receive text messages. (On a couple of occasions, an iPhone interface takes over the frame.) No one's introduced, but as faces recur it's possible to get a sense of who they are to each other. This probably sounds confusing, and it's definitely overwhelming to watch the action roll out in a succession of sensory waves. It's a bold attempt to compress the thick substance of everyday life as densely as possible on the screen.

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