Sunday, September 30, 2012

Altitude (2010)




XXI century brought us into the controversial state comparable with emotional, axiological and theleological tetraplegic paralysis while hanged in weightlessness. People of XXI century saw everything, heard everything and pretend to know everything so it becomes very hard (nearly impossible) to wonder them. The big amount of media also makes a contribution in this actually sad situation, so the chance to see something moreless uncommon and peculiar decreases day by day. So each successful attempt of such case arouses the more pleasure and interest; the dark side is difficulty to mine such film from annually made pile of homogenous cinematographic ore and distinguish it from boring and secondary brood. Of course in such genre you cannot hope to discover a New Guinea, but considering this event of facing moreless uncommon movie as a pleasing surprise could be really wise and useful deed.
“Altitude” is truly independent and maybe this factor has become the reason of its dissimilarity with anything. Because the plot writer has no demands dealing with audience or restrictions, he wrote anything for himself and thus avoided a lot of stamps that could appear here (although he couldn't avoid all of them). Starting as an interestingly (from technical point of view) even though merely low budget short story-about-teenagers-who-decided-to-go-somewhere-and-will-atone-for-that, narration turn things twisted. First, teenagers are going to trip somewhere by a small plane with one of them as a pilot, and second – the very atmosphere that I personally felt only in Stewart Gordon films. And this foretoken was a kind of true – the chthonic horror which is an imprescriptible attribute of Gordon’s films definitely has here a place to live and does its very horrifying deeds. The only drawbacks of this actually interesting attempt is relatively weak performing of actors, especially main; when girl at least tries to dissipate attention using her cute face and advanced mimics, the buddy is emotional as facial nerve paresis victim. Nevertheless, for an ending they have a little more freedom to express themselves and thus almost have drawn the final of movie. Almost. But even with their acting, the ending is still chilly and strong enough to even take a tear or two from an emotional overcharged schoolgirl. LIKE FUCKING ME.

As A Result: an additional proof that crowdfunding is a future of indie filmmaking

Watch It?: better yes, but not necessary

1 comment:

  1. Just one passing remark - crowdfunding is not the future, but the present :)

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