Belated thoughts about the Spring Film Festival

by Mr. Nobel

I wanted to wait for all of these movies to get uploaded before writing anything, but that may still be a ways off. Besides, all except two of the spring films are currently available on YouTube. Without further ado, thoughts:


I really, really, really dug the first half of it. It’s one of those instances where the whole is greater than the sum of its parts: there’s something alchemic and utterly beguiling about the writing, the performances that elevate intentionally goofy cliche and questionable production value into a film that’s genuinely delightful. The second half, however, dampens my enthusiasm for the movie. There’s nothing wrong, per se, but it never quite captures the magic of the beginning. The rivalry that gets introduced for sake of plot is at odds with the rest of the movie and too many obviously fake high school backdrops get reused.


Until it gets uploaded, you’ll just have to take my word on this: Blurred is an extremely gorgeous movie. Reflections off of car windows creating a double exposure effect, precisely overexposed doorway lighting, vivid blue sky reflecting off of a puddle…ah. Stupendous.

That, unfortunately, is also pretty much the extent of the movie. Though it was pitched as taking place entirely in a coma/fever dream, the final cut of Blurred jumps back and forth between dreams within the aforementioned coma and the dreamer’s memories to confusing and baffling effect. Blurred is less of a story driven movie than a character portrait, but it’s held back by its lead character being so uninteresting and so vaguely defined. As a result, too much of Blurred just feels like stuff happening purely for the sake of having stuff happen.


Allow me to speak out of my ass for a moment. Shadow is (probably) an interesting case study of what happens when a director and a writer diverge in vision. I get the feeling that Shadow‘s script is a largely straight-faced affair about a woman being stalked by a creep. The final product is a slightly jokey, fairly cheesy, kind of deeply uncomfortable movie about a woman being stalked by a creep.

Tone, as always, is everything. If the movie had played completely straight, it would have probably been a complete failure. Shadow never quite figures out whose perspective we’re following – that of the thinly sketched stalker or the even more thinly sketched stalkee. The stalker exists entirely to stalk the woman, who in turn exists solely to be stalked. One big, vital question (why the stalker is obsessed with this one particular girl) goes completely unanswered.

As is, however, Shadow gets a lot of power from how uncomfortably funny and cheesy pieces of it are. It’s almost in the vein of Funny Games where the movie’s daring you to chuckle nervously about watching this creepy dude plot murder and possibly rape after being rejected. At the end of it, you feel a little weird and a little ashamed.


The two central performances are magnificent. Lived in, confident and without any hint of artifice. Fantastic. Most deserving winners of the festival. The movie itself is largely the same, save for one pretty unfortunate wrinkle. Closure shines when it’s happy to simply observe the couple work through a potentially relationship ending argument. When Closure tries to work in a major plot twist, the movie’s far less successful.

Spoiler warning for a 10 minute movie: it soon transpires that the husband is actually dead and the wife is dealing with feelings of remorse and bitterness because she never got the chance to make up with her husband. The twist plays much better on paper than it does in the movie, in part because of how jarring the very artificial reveal is against the very naturalistic majority of the movie.


Not a lot of say about this one. The director was going for a mix of Hitchcock and Lynch, and the result…it speaks for itself.


The real coup of the festival was programming Kung Fu Cop: Enter The Dragon Fist immediately after Closure and A State. This was exactly what the audience needed – a completely irreverent, gloriously cheap love letter to B-movies. Some of the magic is undeniably lost on the second viewing (the low rent Guy Ritchie thing, for instance, feels more stupid than inspired now), but Kung Fu Cop: Enter The Dragon Fist is made with such abundant energy and vigor that it’s hard to not get swept up in its trashy fun.


This was probably my favorite film of the festival. It’s expertly timed and very, very funny.


A lot of folks were keen on this film, but I couldn’t get into it. The decision to film much of it with long-ish single takes distracted me more than anything else. It doesn’t have the tension actually filming the whole shebang as a real time single take would have, while the camera acrobatics needed to capture those long takes got in the way of an otherwise minimalist, two-hand riff on Reservoir DogsA Man Behind certainly wasn’t bad; I just wasn’t particularly engaged by it.


It didn’t occur to me the first time I saw it, but Watched is one ferociously edited movie. The graceful way Watched bops between the “flashback” and the present footage meant that this ten minute movie felt like a five minute movie all the while delivering the intended deeply chilling atmosphere. It’s not quite my favorite movie of the festival only because it falls into the same trap every found footage movie does: that all of the movie’s characters continue filming in spite of all the crazy shit happening around them stretches credulity to near breaking point. Still, the tight pacing of the film means that you don’t have much time to think about plot holes.

[Something Fishy]

Mixed feelings about this one. I like how it’s pretty much a direct sequel to Library Lovers without ever overtly mentioning it, and there’s one killer gag in the movie. On the other hand, all of the problems Library Lovers had are all present in Something Fishy. The movie is, again, way, way too long and incredibly overwritten. The final product is charming in fits and bursts, but a much more satisfying movie clearly exists in an editing bay somewhere.