I don't know why this rather dull piece of cinema verite is so famous. Perhaps you had to be there - in the sixties I mean.
A man films his own life for a week or so and in the process loses his girlfriend. There are some effective moments - like when he films an endless row of elderly people sitting on park benches, and when he films, in fast motion, what he watched on television one evening.
But the long, self-indulgent, angst-ridden diatribes at the camera bored me to tears.
It is quite convincing though - so it is surprising to learn that it was scripted and acted. A curiosity piece that is mercifully short.
A man films his own life for a week or so and in the process loses his girlfriend. There are some effective moments - like when he films an endless row of elderly people sitting on park benches, and when he films, in fast motion, what he watched on television one evening.
But the long, self-indulgent, angst-ridden diatribes at the camera bored me to tears.
It is quite convincing though - so it is surprising to learn that it was scripted and acted. A curiosity piece that is mercifully short.