hang up the faces, lon chaney, your day's gone
following the investigation of a dead man who we only see in flashback, the killers has the feeling of a locked room mystery where the clues are slowly revealed through the standard "talk to A who tells you about B who lets slip that C knew something they shouldn't" structure of these old noirs that hooks me every time. eventually the puzzle box structure it opens with gets supplanted by the indulgence baked into its sourball of a script, always…
"later, beamon will say of this leap: "i felt alone.""
jon bois is one of my favourite documentary filmmakers working, and while this anthology-style film loses a little focus just because it's unrelated stories connected by a first name, it's still massively entertaining to watch and demonstrates all the dramatic tension involved in slowly panning along a chart as well as anything could.
would have clicked like for the long-jump section alone