I figured this might just be another white-boy hip-hop fantasy film and I guess it still might be. I mean, I'm a white male watching it and I guess it kind of hyped me. Yes, this is a rap film review that rhymes. Skip it if you want—just don't stereotype me.
Digging a bit deeper, I think Bodied had some really interesting content. Comments on privilege, jokes at the expense of "WOKEr-than-thou" students, and even a few surprises with where…
Stunning picture and what a score!
I love how this movie overlapped audio and video to make use of space and time. Conversations overlapping the still moments between conversations to give a fuller sense of the characters and their intentions. You know the conversation is happening during this scene, but you get so much more out of it by removing the A/V sync and shifting the perspective.
The recurring themes of drowning weren't lost on me either. Drowning in dirt, drowning in water, drowning in an illness, relationship, or hope for recognition. Brilliant stuff. The execution was just wonderful.
Who knew cats were so poetic?
Please seek out the original version of this short. The fandub just doesn't seem to fit correctly.
Like the movie, this review is hard to get through.
Some movies are like a storm. There is the calm before the storm, the first gusts, the eye, and then the final tempest rolls through. Like a storm, Detachment whisks you on a directionless emotional flight. When you've finally been put back on the ground, you are just as lost as you were in the air.
This is a consequential movie that has left me breathless, broken and despondent. If I judge my film of the year based on emotional response, this one might just have it.
