Emmanuel Levinas said the face of another human being was not just a call to ethics and care, but the very primogenitor of ethics itself: the route through which we come to know the world, ourselves, and how to live alongside another. This is a film about faces, ethics, and care, but perhaps more importantly — one which resists the presumed grand philosophical claims or kitschy aesthetic tropes such a framework begets. Instead, it shows change, transformation, becoming, loss —…

Personal honesty is often seen as the vestige of "good" art — an exposition of self as somehow inherently orienting the artwork towards some higher truth/beauty which is then received by the spectator as an experience of 'truthfulness'. I think there is also a risk however that this means artwork becomes poor because it relies too heavily upon truth as an aesthetic generator, or to put it otherwise,"it doesn't matter what it looks like 'cos it's true". I felt this…

One of the best films I have ever seen — rich with layers of meaning which slowly moves this from a comedic and incisive takedown of the Broadway world into an existential soul-searching diatribe about life, death, and the fact that ultimately you never know what you had until you lose it, and often then it's too late to get it back. What's to be done about this fact? As All That Jazz Shows — sleep with people, drink, sing,…