Little fragments of a friendship, arranged for maximum contrast, pruned back to be as tiny and emblematic as possible, giving you the sense of a whole universe. I don't understand physics at all, but that sounds like some quantum-level film-making to me. Not sure about the turn towards romance in the final act - perhaps the unsentimental male friendship that takes up the rest of the film feels more suited to Zanussi's clipped, dry style? But this is an astonishingly confident debut, and a likely influence on Paweł Pawlikowski's Ida.
A chip from Chris Marker's workbench, this is a collaborative work made with Frank Simeone while Marker was shooting the Vertigo segment in Sans soleil. It's an inventory of San Franciscan folk art pieces made from discarded objects, some of which are eerie, some of which are playful.
It revolves around a simple but funny structuring gag. At first, it appears to be some strange, post-apocalyptic landscape. Then, once you realise it's a documentary, you assume it must be somewhere…
I was going to add a caveat to this review, to say that perhaps it wasn't a 4.5 film, but if you're queer, or if you're from one of those towns - you know, the ones with shops that you've never seen without the shutters down, the ones whose people are said to be "workshy" by people on TV despite the fact that some of the older residents still have scars on their head that they got from literally, physically…
You shouldn't have to talk about fandom, of course. You shouldn't have to earn the right to offer your opinions on movies, and no good movie should be dependent on goodwill ported over from previous source material. It's just that, for me, there is something a bit special about Ghostbusters - the original movies, and the cartoon series spun off from them. The movies were a bit too scary for young me at the time they came out, actually, so…