“Before the world became the world, it was an egg. Inside the egg was dark. The rat nibbled the egg and let the light in. And the world began.”
I’d like to think in this life or another, Andrew Callaghan has his specific share of coke-fueled rampages through the Channel 5 offices, destroying cameras and any other expensive equipment within reach.
Each time, he has more of a sharp realization that Theo Anthony has more creative talent in framing struggling communities through a fucking AI sounding narrator, than he’s able to with his entire mangling monotone, fetal acne scarred presence on any random street.
And so each time, the rampage gets more violent. He cries more. He bleeds more. He vomits more. Sometimes he elicits a “Theo” in an aggressively gruntlike manner, as if the two were entwined in their existences that only Andrew could properly see.
The Channel 5 employees look on with fear for him and themselves, fear for the company’s future and fear for the inevitable violence. What can they do? Watch. Watch Mr. Callaghan’s flailing, mentally spent body on the new mint green carpet floors, knowing more influential forces are at work here.
But yeah great movie! I feel like essay docs are kinda my thing, which is weird because they stereotypically seem like the laziest/easiest type to make. But here I am again, goddamn impressed by the fluidity of the editing and all of it coming together so organically, with no metaphorical preaching of any kind despite the admittedly large metaphor on display.
Baltimore’s rampant corruption is nothing new in media, and Anthony uses the doc form to keep the awareness of the city alive and fresh. Doesn’t hurt to have an introspective Dan Deacon score either.
“Before the world became the world, it was an egg. Inside the egg was dark. The rat nibbled the egg and let the light in. And the world began.”
I’d like to think in this life or another, Andrew Callaghan has his specific share of coke-fueled rampages through the Channel 5 offices, destroying cameras and any other expensive equipment within reach.
Each time, he has more of a sharp realization that Theo Anthony has more creative talent in framing struggling communities through a fucking AI sounding narrator, than he’s able to with his entire mangling monotone, fetal acne scarred presence on any random street.
And so each time, the rampage gets more violent. He cries more. He bleeds more. He vomits more. Sometimes he elicits a “Theo” in an aggressively gruntlike manner, as if the two were entwined in their existences that only Andrew could properly see.
The Channel 5 employees look on with fear for him and themselves, fear for the company’s future and fear for the inevitable violence. What can they do? Watch. Watch Mr. Callaghan’s flailing, mentally spent body on the new mint green carpet floors, knowing more influential forces are at work here.
But yeah great movie! I feel like essay docs are kinda my thing, which is weird because they stereotypically seem like the laziest/easiest type to make. But here I am again, goddamn impressed by the fluidity of the editing and all of it coming together so organically, with no metaphorical preaching of any kind despite the admittedly large metaphor on display.
Baltimore’s rampant corruption is nothing new in media, and Anthony uses the doc form to keep the awareness of the city alive and fresh. Doesn’t hurt to have an introspective Dan Deacon score either.
