That’s it. I’m purging all documentaries about filmmakers from my Netflix queue. They are all horribly boring. Unless the movie has a unique point-of-view or story to tell, like, say, “Hearts of Darkness” or “Crumb,” then you are basically looking at someone’s resume. I like Sven Nykvist plenty, but I learned absolutely nothing about his art in this boring talking head filled puff piece.
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