Honey ★½

Lacks the sensuality in movement, attention to detail, and thus, level of insight held by its influences. I respect it’s principles, but good principles alone don’t make for good execution. Ball speaks a lot about breaking new emotional ground with performances in his Manifesto, but the acting here is entirely too calculated and concerned with telegraphic gesture than moment to moment listening—which can kind of sink a film like this. Still, I respect it.