What a masterpiece.
I was enamoured by the Safdie Brothers' latest film Heaven Knows What, and I'd hoped that this was more of the same. In a way, it was, retaining the mumblecore, loose plot structure and incredible naturalistic acting. The frustration I found with it lay in the characters, which at points alienated a bit too much. Lenny's shenanigans borders on gut-punchingly crass, but I suppose that was the uniqueness of it all.
It does stand to gain from some distance, where…
It's confounding. It's thought-provoking. It's unexpected. All the things a good documentary should be.
Makes you think about what art is; where do you draw the line between creativity and delusion? What makes art?
The documentary in itself is nothing like what I've watched before. It takes your preconceived notions and flips it on your head. Extraordinary.
I'm still blown away, speechless really.
"I think the joke is on... I don’t know who the joke is on, really. I don’t even know if there is a joke."
Ryan Gosling gives a layered performance in a role that hints at the potential he showed fully in Drive. Doing so much with so little, Gosling lays bare the empty life of a drug addict struggling to get by. Shareeka Epps matches him brilliantly as the guarded young girl who won't take no for an answer. Unwittingly discovering Gosling's character Dan Dunne's secret, she ends up being the one holding him up, rather than the other way around. Their chemistry…