Dear Directors of Artistic films.
Your extremely slow films are wonderful, truly. For any movie snob, we’d gladly take unnerving and picturesque over something mindless and entertaining. In fact, we’d rather sit through the twenty hour shot of someone’s face over an explosive sequence with a quip any day. No, seriously. A bag caught in the wind is more spectacular to watch than a musical number. We certainly enjoy it, we’d gladly sit through it and throw our hard earned cash at it.
Said No One Ever.
Ok, ok. So I very much like a great balance in my cinematic diet. I munch down indie and foreign films as happily as I do mindless entertainment (in fact, more so). Paced artistic films with a fantastic story in the middle and evocative performances are great when the narrative and editing calls for lingering imagery that push the story forward.
The problem is when the drawling shots overshadow and bore, the attention is taken away from quite an important story. Stray Dogs suffers majorly from this lack of flow.