Carson’s review published on Letterboxd:
Saw this at spectacle in uncomfy seats in the worlds smallest room with paint chipping but it was really charming probably the closest I feel the way it should be presented.Gonna go on a rant because I’m activated from reading sontags book on photography all day but I think the act of filming the simplest things is one of the most beautiful things you can do with film.i don't know if I'm projecting because I live in New York and really understand the floating around in a pool of over stimulation vibe filming people even though actors just being human in the city be that in a sexual or longing for something else of that nature real gets me.Been thinking about all day of how a person in my class said something like absorbing entertainment in a passive way is still a way of experiencing art. I feel as though that as not that case however passivity breeds nothing it doesn’t feed your soul. If I leave every movie with the thought oh that was cool with no feeling or questions rather numbness around what I just witnessed did I really gain anything from said entertainment.This goes back to my feelings of how this film is presented through acts of “nothingness” which some when presented with this through a frame would bitch and moan, but if you step back and absorb it you can really feel the humanity in it all be it acted or not.Hell that’s why Jonas mekas is my favorite director of all time, he presents us this nothing in a beautiful poetic way putting us into his shoes.i find the real nothing we should fear is that of entertainment that has nothing to say with it’s images, the ones that give all the answers to the questions.
Wrote this in my notes app on the L trains sorry if this is messy