On a dreary June afternoon, when the sun is supposed to be shining and the heat be unbearable, it seems that I found myself inside and staring out of the window racking brains cells what do and the only solution to quell the boredom was to watch a dvd from my collection that was still in its cellophane. The film of choice was INK.
It began slow, with hardly any diagetic speech, but it’s the cinematography and various light exposures which kept me hooked. The plot is a little confusing at points (you have to find out what that is by watching it), but by the end a tear was certainly shed. A recommended watch for any, if not for the story, but for the intriguing use of cinema.