feelin pretty good about my apartment
Robert Greene's last two films have had great potential, examining the idea of performance that's intrinsic to documentary yet rarely acknowledged. But they are ultimately too airtight conceptually to allow any breathing room. There is no sense of inquiry or discovery—the themes have been predetermined, Greene's theoretical conceits bolstered by foreknowledge of how his subjects will behave—leaving the footage itself to be rather inconsequential, content to invite discussion without directing it in any meaningful way.
Faced with the inevitable audience…