Neon gazer, synth addict, inner-world traveler. I filmmake n stuff.
I can't stop crying.
Though already long-diseased, my country finally died on November 4, 1995, and I don't think it's ever coming back.
Some may claim that beyond polished aesthetics and After Effects acrobatics, there isn't much in virtuosic cinematic expression to this doc, but this is something beyond cinema. This is a piercing cry for an end to the slow suicide of a society; it just uses the platform of cinema.
EVERYONE should watch this. Everyone.