Disappointing...
I'm not totally sure what I just watched and am even more baffled by the "professional" critic's glowing reviews of what I just watched.
This is a painfully tedious glimpse into the life of artists... the work involved, and the anxiety and envy it invariably creates. Now that I've said that, I can't help but wonder if this would have been better expressed in a documentary, because this plotless film plods along at a snail's pace and really shows little of the emotion of creation, or allows the characters to express anything more than cardboard praise of each other. There seriously IS no story here, just awkward vignettes stapled to each other... it revolves around an anxious artist (Lizzy) preparing for an important show, and dabbles in her unappreciated life, quiet envy of her successful friends, a wounded bird, other random artists working in the background, a mentally unstable brother, a father with aging hippie strangers crashing at his house, etc... None of this fuses together into anything near a cohesive narrative that we can care about. It truly goes nowhere for an hour and forty five minutes, and ends having said nothing, with Lizzy apparently walking out on her own show.
I adore Michelle Williams, but her immense talents are wasted playing a drab and sad artist in this drab and sad film. I almost never write bad "reviews" here, but this is simply not a film to be bothered with.
This is a painfully tedious glimpse into the life of artists... the work involved, and the anxiety and envy it invariably creates. Now that I've said that, I can't help but wonder if this would have been better expressed in a documentary, because this plotless film plods along at a snail's pace and really shows little of the emotion of creation, or allows the characters to express anything more than cardboard praise of each other. There seriously IS no story here, just awkward vignettes stapled to each other... it revolves around an anxious artist (Lizzy) preparing for an important show, and dabbles in her unappreciated life, quiet envy of her successful friends, a wounded bird, other random artists working in the background, a mentally unstable brother, a father with aging hippie strangers crashing at his house, etc... None of this fuses together into anything near a cohesive narrative that we can care about. It truly goes nowhere for an hour and forty five minutes, and ends having said nothing, with Lizzy apparently walking out on her own show.
I adore Michelle Williams, but her immense talents are wasted playing a drab and sad artist in this drab and sad film. I almost never write bad "reviews" here, but this is simply not a film to be bothered with.
- bk753
- Jan 12, 2024