A rather poorly done documentary about movie obsessives in New York that is worth seeing only if you think obsessives are entertaining.
There were some good moments. The movie focuses on five people, four men and a woman. Three of whom are on disability and really truly mentally ill and therefor not that amusing. I’m not going to make fun of someone who takes medication to survive and who sees movies as an escape from a pretty messed up life. OK, I might laugh, but I will feel bad about. The other two, a young man who inherited a load of cash allowing him to spend all day, every day watching movies at the various art houses in new york and an under employed middle age philosopher who has business cards printed up saying his name and underneath it “continental philosophy and cinema” aren’t the pictures of normality either but they are pretty fascinating.
The rich kid has a theory that it is merely convention to privilege the “real” over the experience of the cinema and there is no objective way in which you can say he is wasting his life. He also eats a purposefully constipating diet so as to avoid having to use the bathroom which would cut into his movie watching time. Seriously.
Mr. Continental philosopher talks about the need to sacrifice for the passion of film to mean anything, he has sacrificed his life for cinema and that, he argues, is noble.