“My First Film” feels like watching someone open their old notebooks and actually admit how messy their first big dream was. Zia Anger takes the disaster of her abandoned movie and turns it into something honest, funny, and a little uncomfortable in the best way. Instead of pretending everything was fine, she shows how chaotic the process really was, the lack of experience, the crew slowly drifting away, and the pressure she put on herself. The whole thing becomes this weird mix of confession and performance, where you’re not sure if you’re supposed to laugh or cringe, but it works. It’s a movie about not finishing a movie, and somehow that ends up being more interesting than the original project ever could’ve been.
“My First Film” feels like watching someone open their old notebooks and actually admit how messy their first big dream was. Zia Anger takes the disaster of her abandoned movie and turns it into something honest, funny, and a little uncomfortable in the best way. Instead of pretending everything was fine, she shows how chaotic the process really was, the lack of experience, the crew slowly drifting away, and the pressure she put on herself. The whole thing becomes this weird mix of confession and performance, where you’re not sure if you’re supposed to laugh or cringe, but it works. It’s a movie about not finishing a movie, and somehow that ends up being more interesting than the original project ever could’ve been.