The film has some good photography, but the story is sad and empty. I suspect that I am supposed to be feeling histrionic waves of emotion during the long, drawn out scenes of Phoenix standing and grimacing while mood music plays in the background. He's on a train bridge, emoting. He's standing in a dark room, emoting. He's sitting on the shore of a lake, emoting. I imagine that some of the audience would feel this, but the film leaves me uninterested in the subjective life of the character. I can't care what he's feeling because I just can't find anything to care about.
I also found some of the scenes to be amateurish and superficial. He is asked to photograph a tourist and her friends and he has a flashback, for instance. I think some people would enjoy this type of exposition, with jump cuts and jarring juxtaposition of imagery. Not me, not in the film anyway.
I also found some of the scenes to be amateurish and superficial. He is asked to photograph a tourist and her friends and he has a flashback, for instance. I think some people would enjoy this type of exposition, with jump cuts and jarring juxtaposition of imagery. Not me, not in the film anyway.