Boyhood, without the boy. Burn my shadow away…

Anodyne story about the psychological death of a mother after her son disappears. The police are not too competent, and squander evidence fast and loose, but the film seems to deviate a lot from the real situation.

I really think they are very much a rural lower class family, and the main witness that something wrong was afoot was a prostitute, so the cops really couldn’t give a shit about the case. I feel that angle wasn’t explored enough, and the casting contributes to this mismatch.

There are barely any characters other than the mother, but the boy’s grandfather and the prostitute are the few that can turn secondary roles into something out of the ordinary.

Other small things are also sloppy. Having scenes set 20 years ago with people on electric scooters passing by breaks the suspension of disbelief pretty hard.


This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.

Ephemera of Vision