Four Comments on Upstream Color
It's been a week since I watched Shane Carruth's second film Upstream Color , and since then I've been trying to work out not what I want to say about it, but whether I wanted to say anything at all. Which is not to say that I didn't like the film--I found it rich and moving, and incredibly exciting for the growth it shows in Carruth's abilities and interests as a filmmaker, and an SF filmmaker in particular. But Upstream Color is also a film that seems to demand not a review, but a dissection. To write about it, I would have to explain what the film means. There have been some great reviews along these lines--in particular, I found much to think about in Caleb Crain's review in the New Yorker , and Nicholas Rombe's review in the Los Angeles Review of Books --but I don't really want to try to add to them (and I'm not sure that I could if I wanted to). The meaning of Upstream Color feels bound up in the lovely and sometimes disquieting experi...