I feel deeply guilty for complaining about a little rain during the next film. La Pirogue is a hard-hitting story about people from Senegal who try their luck crossing the seas to Spain in a rudimentary wooden fishing boat. As expected, much peril awaits. The men (and one woman) are well aware of the dangers but determined to make it to the paradise they believe to be Europe. Nothing formally striking to speak of, but the film serves its purpose to portray the hardships of such a journey.
Did you know The Shining is about the plight of Native Americans? Or was it actually an outlet for Kubrick to confess his responsibility for faking the footage of the Apollo moon landings? The theories become increasingly absurd and hilarious but the film is not just about poking fun at the theorists (although it is a little). The repetition of key scenes, analysis of details in the mise-en-scene and survey of the architecture of the set guides you deeper and deeper into a hypnotic cinematic vortex. Personally I emerged with the theory that Room 237 itself has a far deeper meaning than it may at first seem, a tract on how art and its audience attempt to negotiate the horrors of humankind’s violent past. Or something.