Everything DeSeta touches is just wonderfully lyrical. He makes it look easy. I don’t know how he does it. I might just have to watch all his stuff over and over to find out.
There’s a certain trend in animated shorts of the past few years, a plethora of first person, existentialist yarns, that frequently deploy creative animation but also rather dull “what does it all mean!” ideas.
The Sam Story solves this by presenting itself as detached from our protagonist Sam, but only as the tale chugs along do we realize how much we are Sam and Sam is us. It’s all very effecting.
It brings me no joy to declare that I loathed a film generally considered to be a masterpiece. But boy did I loathe this.
Marker seems to be the celebrated cinematic incarnation of my freshman year roommate. You know the type, the prematurely cynical philosophy major who says things like "History only tastes bitter to those who expected it to be sugar coated." Or who says of censorship "it points to the absolute by hiding it - that's what religion…