Day Night Day Night could possibly be the culprit for Joe Blow's distaste for independent films and their attempts at capturing the essence of humanity using shaky-cam directing and pitiful dialog that is painful to listen to. Almost all art house cinema appeal to a narrow audience but still retain the vital elements of film that anyone can appreciate. This movie fails in the latter respect.
There are only subtle traces of character development. Please note, revealing preexisting attributes of a character is not the same as character development. For the first 30 minutes of exposition (and the next...and the next...) we learn very little about our protagonist. Perhaps we'll watch She clip her toe nails, brush her teeth, get dressed, sit, blink a few times, flip the lights on and off, look out a window, perhaps digest her pizza and silently break wind, etc, and in the end something will bond each stray element of seemingly mundane activity that we've forced ourselves to sit through into a cohesive story.
Which is what this film lacks, story. The film is a penguin waddling along, hefting a fat belly of exposition, vainly flapping it's tiny wings for a takeoff. We the viewer are aware that this film is a penguin and penguins can't fly, but we're willing to discard logic for hope, hope that this penguin might get a little assistance in the way of a cliché gust of wind that would just hurry us along to the inevitable.
If you'd like to watch a girl walk around chewing her cud into a boom Mic (which probably accounts for 15 minutes of run time, She chewing pizza, a candy apple, pudding, Chinese food, a soft pretzel, etc) this film is for you. For anyone wishing to make a remake, film yourself taking care of your morning routine in a hotel bathroom, walking around Times Square buying and eating food, and carrying a heavy backpack through crosswalks. That's about how exciting this entire film is. If you're like me, the only reason you watched it all is because you are anal and must watch a fim from start to finish once you've committed.
It's pretty bad.
There are only subtle traces of character development. Please note, revealing preexisting attributes of a character is not the same as character development. For the first 30 minutes of exposition (and the next...and the next...) we learn very little about our protagonist. Perhaps we'll watch She clip her toe nails, brush her teeth, get dressed, sit, blink a few times, flip the lights on and off, look out a window, perhaps digest her pizza and silently break wind, etc, and in the end something will bond each stray element of seemingly mundane activity that we've forced ourselves to sit through into a cohesive story.
Which is what this film lacks, story. The film is a penguin waddling along, hefting a fat belly of exposition, vainly flapping it's tiny wings for a takeoff. We the viewer are aware that this film is a penguin and penguins can't fly, but we're willing to discard logic for hope, hope that this penguin might get a little assistance in the way of a cliché gust of wind that would just hurry us along to the inevitable.
If you'd like to watch a girl walk around chewing her cud into a boom Mic (which probably accounts for 15 minutes of run time, She chewing pizza, a candy apple, pudding, Chinese food, a soft pretzel, etc) this film is for you. For anyone wishing to make a remake, film yourself taking care of your morning routine in a hotel bathroom, walking around Times Square buying and eating food, and carrying a heavy backpack through crosswalks. That's about how exciting this entire film is. If you're like me, the only reason you watched it all is because you are anal and must watch a fim from start to finish once you've committed.
It's pretty bad.
