Post by schoffman23 on Oct 26, 2006 17:52:45 GMT -5
Where do I begin?
Let me start by explaining what this movie could be. It COULD be a collaboration of the most ingenious indie flicks in recent years, but it's not. It COULD be a metaphor for life in surburbia, but it's not. It COULD be an eye opener for disgruntled families to bind together, but it's not. What it is, is the largest form of cinematic garbage my eyes have ever laid upon. I cannot be kind about this.
Douglas Buck, director of his shorts Cutting Moments, Prolouge, and Home, compiled these three films into a DVD collection entitled Family Portraits: A Trilogy of America. What critics will tell you and what I am about to tell you are two completely things. I will first Break down each individual film for you to the best of my knowledge.
Cutting Moments- In the first film of this blood drenched anthology, a housewife desperately longs for the attention of her oblivious husband. There very well may be 2 lines of dialouge in this one, but speech is not needed. The sense of hearing is spared from the atrocities about to be seen. Left with nothing to live for, the woman stands in front of a bathroom mirror and performs the most horrific act of self mutilation i have ever seen. this is only the beginning. I cannot tell you what I saw, for I wish to spare you from the filth portrayed on the screen.
Prolouge- Beaten and abused as a child, a man finds himself a wife, has a child, tortures them both, and then kills them. The End. Brilliant? No. Sick and perverse? Absolutely.
Home- The trash that I saw in the first two films convinced to avoid the last one. I returned this DVD to the video store the evening I watched it, because I no longer wanted that filth in my house.
Family Portraits cannot be classified as anything but sick and twisted garbage. Anyone who would so much as THINK to make a film like this, should seriosuly be examined by a psychiatrist. The gore is so realistic, that for a moment I thought I was watching a snuff film. Stay clear of this one, please. Viewing these films only contribute cash to the psychotic mind of Mr. Douglas Buck.
Let me start by explaining what this movie could be. It COULD be a collaboration of the most ingenious indie flicks in recent years, but it's not. It COULD be a metaphor for life in surburbia, but it's not. It COULD be an eye opener for disgruntled families to bind together, but it's not. What it is, is the largest form of cinematic garbage my eyes have ever laid upon. I cannot be kind about this.
Douglas Buck, director of his shorts Cutting Moments, Prolouge, and Home, compiled these three films into a DVD collection entitled Family Portraits: A Trilogy of America. What critics will tell you and what I am about to tell you are two completely things. I will first Break down each individual film for you to the best of my knowledge.
Cutting Moments- In the first film of this blood drenched anthology, a housewife desperately longs for the attention of her oblivious husband. There very well may be 2 lines of dialouge in this one, but speech is not needed. The sense of hearing is spared from the atrocities about to be seen. Left with nothing to live for, the woman stands in front of a bathroom mirror and performs the most horrific act of self mutilation i have ever seen. this is only the beginning. I cannot tell you what I saw, for I wish to spare you from the filth portrayed on the screen.
Prolouge- Beaten and abused as a child, a man finds himself a wife, has a child, tortures them both, and then kills them. The End. Brilliant? No. Sick and perverse? Absolutely.
Home- The trash that I saw in the first two films convinced to avoid the last one. I returned this DVD to the video store the evening I watched it, because I no longer wanted that filth in my house.
Family Portraits cannot be classified as anything but sick and twisted garbage. Anyone who would so much as THINK to make a film like this, should seriosuly be examined by a psychiatrist. The gore is so realistic, that for a moment I thought I was watching a snuff film. Stay clear of this one, please. Viewing these films only contribute cash to the psychotic mind of Mr. Douglas Buck.