
Flicks, Aaron Yap
If the plotting is somewhat slight, heavily reliant on the repetitive, quotidian banality of its cove setting, it’s elevated by Jenkins’ tactile technique, which communicates the sense that he’s spent long days and nights lugging around a Bolex, hand-processing 16mm stock and sweating it out over a Steenbeck to get his vision on-screen. This isn’t the fastidiously manicured A24 grime-chic of The Lighthouse.
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