Another film in the shadow of an under-qualified poster. Black Velvet seems to suggest that "only the mentally disordered would be obsessed with 'Dogma 95'". Lmao.
The film is like the whining of someone who is supposed to be a director, but who has never managed to make a film, who even has to get high even to edit films, and who is confronted with her chaotic life and the world that will never get better. All the chaos disappears, leaving only her close friends and her lovely black cat.
The audiovisual presentation of the director's mind and her past is done in a variety of subtle ways. As far as her thoughts and imaginings are concerned, various measures of montage and transitions have been adopted to move between imagination and reality. In terms of her past, the film follows the rules of Dogma 95.
The tender affection at the end of the film is like a glass of "black velvet", a mixture of stout and champagne, not so good, but a comforting softness in the indifferent and harsh world. A very cinematic film.
