When all the movie awards start popping up later this year, perhaps someone will recommend a new category: The film most like Seinfeld, the show that was about nothing. Bel Borba Aqui would certainly be among the nominees.
The great thing about animals—and this is corny and unoriginal—is their
unconditional love. A scratch behind the ear, steady food and trips to
the park go a long way for a dog, just as a comfy sofa arm goes a long
way for a cat.
Forget what you’ve heard or read about Samsara. Non-narrative,
dialogue-free, whatever. It is a completely immersive film
experience—fascinating from the moment its first images appear on screen
until the credits roll.
In independent filmmaking there’s a comforting near-truth: Good
independent films are more likely to see release than bad independent
films. Indie pictures don’t have gargantuan marketing budgets to cover a
movie’s mediocrity—or outright badness—with advertising blitzes,
marketing campaigns and viral videos.
The one thing worse than a movie that’s so totally rah-rah about its subject is to put the audience in a position to care about its subject and then to, rather ruthlessly, kill its subject. Or in the case of End of Watch, half its subjects.