I had a great time reviewing the new quasi-documentary, Bloody Nose, Empty Pockets, directed by Bill and Turner Ross, set in an staged recreation of a dive bar, but exploring some very real interactions. It’s a super film that really stretches the limits of the medium.
Here’s a teaser from my write-up:
The tone is what critics love to call “elegiac,” but one senses that using such language in “The ’20s” (as the bar is known to locals) might earn you the titular bloody nose, so we’ll just say it feels like the bar is hosting an Irish wake for itself. “Eat, drink, and be merry, for tonight we die” could well be the subtitle for the film – or perhaps an updated and more accurate NSFW version, given the multiple paths to “merry” taken over the course of the night: “Eat, drink, smoke some weed, drink some more, fool around a lot and fondle a little, fall down a few times, pick a fight, drink some more and make up and hug it out, for tomorrow we finally accept the fact that we’ve all died a long time ago….”
To read the full review, head on over to The Arts Fuse.
