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We sense that we are watching the preparations for an exhibition opening.
The camera glides through the clean, impossibly blank space, until it settles on one piece in particular.
We close in on the canvas.
We see some illegible text and a dense, perhaps familiar pattern.
We close in even further.
We see the material the canvas is made of.
Its sometimes confused in conception, but never confusing.
We want to be free!
I just made Sam a commodity, a canvas, so now he can travel around the world.
Thats a paradox, isnt it?
This is not, in case you were wondering, a particularly subtle film.
Should it be, though?
Perhaps subtlety isnt whats called for with such material.
Debates rage around his existence.
They can finally see each other sort of but not be with each other.
Theres, like,a lotgoing on here.
(I didnt come up with those comparisons, by the way; he cites them himself.
Again:not subtle.)
Instead, the picture winds up being neither, and stops short of drawing much blood.
At the same time, this is not an entirely unwelcome development.
Dont be shocked if it wins that Oscar.
