Directed by James Ponsoldt
It’s difficult for me to talk about this film without being overly sentimental. I’m not even totally sure why I feel so sentimental about it and how it moved me. Was I already predisposed to loving this film due to the people who were involved? Probably. Because of it’s unconventional structure, themes and subject matter? Most likely. But I guess it’s maybe because it met all of my expectations and delivered above and beyond that I can’t help but gush. The film was utterly refreshing on all levels, with tour-de-force performances by Jesse Eisenberg and Jason Segel, beautiful dialogue and wonderfully subtle direction. The last scene in David Foster Wallace’s house is my favourite scene of the year so far. It makes me overjoyed to see a film released in 2015 to be so simple, yet explore pain, loneliness and ego on such a complex level. I’m glad these kinds of films are still being made. I wish I made it.
Directed by Richard Ayoade
Richard Ayoade is perhaps my favourite “new” filmmaker. Between this film and his last, “Submarine”, it’s obvious that he has a deep respect and affection for cinema. His films seem very self-aware of themselves, and every shot and lighting set-up appears to be his own personal choice in telling the story. As a result, it’s a very neat package, and cast very well. There were times when I found myself unable to sympathise with characters, but in a film like this, it’s very difficult to argue with. I await his next film with guttural anticipation.