When a movie touches the heart, savvy critics go wild on it, picking on it like bullies. There's bullying in this movie too, a hurtfulness I know so well from my own family. That in the short space of an hour or two, the good fight you feel when victims stand up for themselves collapses in a heap, and you realize something much larger's going on here.
I used to thread 35mm film into an old Leica but never with the battle skills of an old pro like Ben or with such stories as, we are led to believe, his photos told, but I know Kodachrome had a way of brightening and softening them at the same time. This movie moved me like an old slide I'd forgotten about, left jammed in a carousel and finally freed, so many emotions with it too.
I used to thread 35mm film into an old Leica but never with the battle skills of an old pro like Ben or with such stories as, we are led to believe, his photos told, but I know Kodachrome had a way of brightening and softening them at the same time. This movie moved me like an old slide I'd forgotten about, left jammed in a carousel and finally freed, so many emotions with it too.