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A divine musician and drifter by nature has some music to record but he lacks sufficient motivation. He'd rather wander aimlessly around the mythic city of Memphis absorbed in dreams, as if just a few steps from entering another dimension. He sees the town as a godforsaken spot shaded by a lush canopy of oaks, whose delapidated buildings are only good for a pack of kids. In the spirit of myth-imbued southern spirituality, we are presented with a modern version of a folktale inspired by a Memphis legend about blessed and cursed singer O. V. Wright, who fell from grace and was buried in an unmarked grave. In this deliriously compelling visual interpretation, the fragmented and surreal journey details the search for the soul of a musician played by Willis Earl Beal, enigmatic singer-songwriter of raw ballads. "This was an incredibly difficult performance for Willis because it is him, but it absolutely is not him, but it is him," director Tim Sutton remarked with a touch of mystery. (Karlovy Vary International Film Festival)
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Un film indépendant, reflétant l'âme du protagoniste principal, l'existence humaine, la foi en Dieu et l'atmosphère endormie de Memphis. Il n'y a pas beaucoup de chansons, il ne se passe pas grand-chose, le rythme est soporifique/hypnotique, la caméra peu inventive et la seule chose que vous apprécierez vraiment, ce sont les acteurs non professionnels authentiques, qui sont parfois vraiment cools (surtout par leur langage). Les deux ou trois petites histoires avec une pensée philosophique sont les meilleures, qui sont abordées dans le film, notamment sur le sujet « j’ai joui dans la terre » et « j'ai trouvé un couteau planté dans ma poitrine » (ce n'est pas exagéré, il y a réellement un message profond et en plus elles sont amusantes). Malheureusement, on ne peut pas en dire autant du reste du film. Heureusement, il ne dure que 80 minutes.
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(49th KVIFF) If I’d stayed for the debate and had the cojones, I would have told the actor’s delegate that people didn’t leave the theatre because it was a “demanding, but lyrically beautiful film that rewards an attentive and focused viewer”, but because it’s an insufferable, boring piece of shit about nothing. The first, and I hope the last, film that has pissed me off in the festival. One start for the joke about shagging with clay. Amen.
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