Wes sets his little diorama characters towards the performed form of a thriller until real-world hatred bursts that bubble so dramatically he shifts to handheld - an academic exercise, maybe even more of one than The Rat Catcher (similarly Anderson setting his sights on genre, there horror), but one that finds far more productive results!
Daniel Johnston was not a misunderstood genius.
This documentary proves that he was, in fact, a very well-understood one, surrounded by people who saw his (frankly, practically peerless) talent and alternately strived to get him the help he needed and actively enabled his darkest periods. The Devil and Daniel Johnston is in a precarious position as a profile of perhaps the best-known so-called “outsider musician,” perfectly poised to deflate the idiot-savant notions behind that dangerously ableist and classist category, with…
Make Happy is pretty handily my least favorite work of art of all time, so my expectations of Inside were low to say the least. It’s about the same thing Bo’s so-called “comedy” is always about, of course - his pathological straight-white-male need to be the center of attention, how much he loathes that about himself, how helpless he is to change it. It’s still not funny and still uniquely solipsistic, but this time, instead of doing it for an…