It’s a strange comment coming off my most recent review/post with Antonioni’s Blow Up but I think this film is going to suffer for being so of-the-moment. It’s a short film and the amount of it that’s about the delivery of YouTube, snapchat, “Gucci”, selfies “lit” slang from the teacher and the dap from the other teacher—the film has a time capsule sequence but it feels like the text/art itself here is going to be one- and not in a good way- we’ll see
Elsie Fisher’s awkward performance demands your empathy
Though this is not the aim, this isn’t poetry with the screenplay- half of it is “likes” and “ums”
I like the opening shot zooming in on YouTube and then later we Zoom out from behind the sliding glass door at the party
The scene of the phone literally making Fisher’s “Kayla” bleed- wish this was explored more- the kids are always buried in their phone- often for laughs
After watching twice there is a decent amount of form here and that’s why I’m archiving it despite not appreciating it as much as many. Formally, Burnham goes back to the videos of Fisher again and again and then we get a visual of the topics she’s talking about
Sad but funny- dad asks “what’s in that burning box?” and Kalya replies “just sort of my hopes and dreams”
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