I’m going to be haunted for sure. Only had seen The Plumber by Weir previously and I think the emotional welling of panic and unexplainable left unexplained, or the implication that there is no explaining to do (or that it’s futile), carry through in this painterly, decadent visual feast. I love the use of a period piece to increase contrast on outward and inward. And visually, as a period piece, what an incredible sight with all the mesmerizing attention to…

Had me smiling and crying and giggling and just generally beaming. What a perfect example of the potential for the documentary format to convey the emotions, the setting, and, in this case, the sounds of the subject(s) it is documenting with a level of art that stands on its own, adding-to instead of just showing-what.

The interviews are phenomenal. Superbly natural. The interviewees are given the freedom to ramble about their interests, crimes, and crafts while shots play of these…