"this is the part where you stop filming."

probably the gentlest internal struggle caught on film this year, that horrible double bind of the native documentarian. we're the ones holding the cameras now, but how do we hold it right? how do we go to our mundane now that our mundane's become prestige? and how long does the prestige last?

a weird and disembodied exercise in spectacle. I found myself wondering if anyone who watches this will ever go to…