I'd like my 96 minutes back please Lance
I watched this movie last night with fairly high hopes. I didn't read all of Topher-Liam Froehlich's review of the movie, as it was starting to appear to gave a bit of the movie away. So the wife and I sat down and watched it, only knowing it was about people affected by a suicide.
In my opinion, these non-actors desperately needed a script. Lance Hammer's intention was for the "story to fall into place"? Don't get me wrong, the direction was good, being he was directing some people that had no idea what they were doing, to compose a story about something fairly tragic.
The viewer shouldn't need to know how the movie was created in order to develop an appreciation for it.
The whole movie though by the most part is slow, unintersting, unemotional and... gritty. Gritty in the sense that there's no soundtrack, and it would seem the sound people try to grab all the insignificant sounds around them, such as chip bags crinkling, grass and gravel munching & grinding, etc.
Essentially, I feel like I could've done alot more useful and thought provoking activities with my time, and if I could somehow retrieve those 96 minutes back, I desperately would.