April 18, 2007
Symbiopsychotaxiplasm
This film had a weird unsettling feel about for a while. There wasn't anything in particular about the film that was unsettling, only the fact that it was hard to ascertain what was going on for a while. The film forces you to deal with many levels of reality that unfold without warning during the movie. First, you feel like you're watching an actual movie... then a documentary about filming a movie... then a parody documentary about filming a movie. At one point you start to feel like the movie is a documentary by the director playing a joke on the cast and crew, and then you start to think maybe the crew is in on it also. There's nothing in the film that you can accept as truth, there's only discussion about what truth is and vague answers about what the whole movie is about. I guess the best way to describe it is that the movie seems to start out semi-normal and then becomes aware of itself. This can also be a metaphor for society in the 60's as we moved into a new era of understanding about the world and ourselves.
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As strange as the film is in the opening minutes, it definitely takes a leap into something more complicated when the scenes with just the crew start. At this point we're left wondering if we can trust that they're saying, because they could potentially be under the direction of Bill Greaves. If that's the case, then questions start to get raised about what is actuality footage within the film. I'm thinking of the homeless guy towards the end of the film, who could also be an actor. When blurring the lines between documentary and fiction, filmmakers can create a lot of skepticism in their audience.
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