JohnFilmfreak

About 90% of this film is the main character walking down the street. He goes here and there, occasionally talking to various people in conversations that's never given as much screentime as the shots of him getting there by foot. The actual plot could have been cut down to a 15 minute short, but instead it's padded worse than the main character's leather jacket.

Maybe it's supposed to be a metaphor for the guy always being on his way to somewhere he'll never arrive. Or maybe, more probably, it's just terrible filmmaking that practically screams of student production from a director who thinks it's important to show where the protagonist is going, every foot of the way.

It's rather ironic that a documentary which does nothing but praise filmmaking skills, is itself so sloppily thrown together. Because the editing and sound design of this thing is so bad, it had me shouting obscenities at the screen.

Some of the interviews are somewhat interesting, but the documentarians do their best to utterly ruin whatever the talking heads convey, as they cut each interview into tiny pieces and seemingly just scatter them about haphazardly, slicing off people in the midst of sentences and applying jarring sound effects to boot.

The result is pretty much an insult to both Sam Raimi and his fans.

The film doesn't waste time trying to trick you or hide its intentions. It embraces its straightforwardness with confidence, and that approach pays off in spades.

The writing is sharp and impactful, the acting is compelling and full of energy, the camerawork is visually stunning, and the editing ties it all together flawlessly.

Every element works in harmony, elevating the experience to a whole new level.

It's the kind of film that hooks you right away, starts strong, and somehow just keeps getting better. With every passing scene, you find yourself wondering, "How much better can this possibly get?" And just when you think it's hit its peak, it goes even further, blowing past every expectation.

So forget everything else. If you're in the mood for some tired, formulaic, whodunnit tragedy, dig out your grandmother's dusty VHS tapes.

But if you want a movie that's bold, electrifying, and unapologetically itself, this is where it's at!