I've just tonight be introduced to what will be my most hated and loved movie: Ink. This movie is spectacular, the actors are great, and the visuals are awesome. It has a story, and it sticks to it until the end. It keeps you guessing, and the characters all have qualities that make them redeemable in the end.
"So, then why do you hate it?"
This movie revolves purely around the story of how the main character screws up his life. From first glance, it seems to be a chaotic mixture of the after life and the real world, and this one man who is having the worst time of his life. We enter the movie just as he makes his ultimate failure: He has a car crash and is knocked unconscious.
From there it's a nauseating flurry of flash backs, and we learn more about his family. His wife just recently passed on, and thanks to a alcohol problem from his high stakes job, he looses custody of his daughter. The visuals are spectacular, and the ending ties it all nicely together. This is a masterpiece that, although visibly low budget, is of a quality that has not been rivaled in Hollywood in many, many years.
So, why do I hate it?
This movie suffers from a syndrome that affects all great movies, called Self-Referential Bullshit, or SBD. There is so much symbolism, twists, plot points and turns that it's far too much to be stomached in one sitting. At the end, you feel like you've just eaten a black forest cake the size of a tire; Happy, somewhat fulfilled, and about to throw up.
This being said, I urge you to see this movie. It's produced by a indy company Double Edge Films, and I sincerely urge you to check it out. There's a lesson here for all of us, but be careful. Read a light book first or watch some Ren and Stimpy... you'll need as empty a mind as possible to take in all of the awesome.
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