Krisha goes to show how easily suckered critics are these days, its reception has left me baffled.
There's no depth to this film, only the illusion of it. No 'brave new voice', just a few formal flourishes, certainly nothing stylistic you haven't already seen.
There's no shade or development to Krisha's character whatsoever; despite the best efforts of the actor, we leave the film knowing the same information about her as when we began. When there is neither plot or character progression (certainly not prerequisites for good cinema in my book) a film has to arrest the viewer with something else. In this case, if viewing a sustained single note of miserablism is what thrills you, it's right here, knock yourself out.
Personally, I found the dread tone and nausea effective for around thirty minutes, at which point I wanted more. I wanted to watch A Woman Under the Influence and Festen again.
There's no depth to this film, only the illusion of it. No 'brave new voice', just a few formal flourishes, certainly nothing stylistic you haven't already seen.
There's no shade or development to Krisha's character whatsoever; despite the best efforts of the actor, we leave the film knowing the same information about her as when we began. When there is neither plot or character progression (certainly not prerequisites for good cinema in my book) a film has to arrest the viewer with something else. In this case, if viewing a sustained single note of miserablism is what thrills you, it's right here, knock yourself out.
Personally, I found the dread tone and nausea effective for around thirty minutes, at which point I wanted more. I wanted to watch A Woman Under the Influence and Festen again.