Jess + Moss

Dull expressionist cinema, shot by someone obsessed with Sally Mann but so divorced from the risk of showing what real bodies do with each other, & so coy, that the vignettes read like a series of hipster postcards tacked on a Williamsburg brownstone's refrigerator -- pretty & forgettable by design. This is supposed to be happening in the South. I guess. Tedious and insufferably twee, it took me 3 good runs at it to finally watch it all.

I experienced quite a hard time sitting through this one. A dull story about siblings weeping about their trauma, combined with a series of highly-saturated pseudo-alternative shots. I must admit though, that it managed to retain some kind of aesthetic value.

A strange and oddly sweet film that manages to capture the feeling of childhood without romanticizing it.

"A strange and intoxicating indie constructed as a series of vignettes that capture two children grappling with the overlap of trauma and nostalgia." - Glenn Heath Jr.