Godard, Warhol, Hal Hartley have a baby and she grows up to be a secular Muslim conceptual artist living in New York’s Chinatown.
I’m 100% in awe of this movie – and its ability to have the style of a 1960s underground film, the energy of an early 1990s indie and the dry political saavy of right now. This is my favorite New York City movie is a decade.
Not every scene is perfect (it was shot for, what, twenty dollars?) but its deadpan humor and 16mm film stock make it very dear to me. Without question on my top 10 list this year. (Some feat, considering its assumed-of-the-audience anti-Israeli politics.)
I may put in the extra effort and get a review up for this on UGO.
