If you film your documentary about farmyard animals in an arthouse style that demands patience of its viewers, does that makes it worth more? Maybe it does. Maybe it does.
Another near-masterpiece from Wheatley, perhaps my favourite UK filmmaker working today, and another entry in the subgenre of dystopic tower block fantasies along with Shivers, Dredd, The Raid, and (I guess) The Towering Inferno. It's an inherently dramatic setting: the tower's monstrous size, the claustrophobic spaces within, the vertical structure providing an obvious metaphor for society or the Freudian psyche. In this one, our hero and the architect also explicitly discuss the block as a metaphor for the body -…
A deliciously disturbing documentary version of Alps (2011). Or a mockumentary. Or fiction pretending to be a documentary. Or feature based on reality. It's so confusing, what is going on here? The subject matter is troubling enough and the layers of illusion and artifice make it much more so. That's all I'll say except that the music, mostly violins and cellos, is lovely and sad and occasionally anxious, and that it's an unusual Herzog in that he stays behind the camera—there is no narration or explanation, we have to figure it out for ourselves or, more likely, be left wondering.