In Sherman’s March, Ross McElwee and his camera barrel through the South on a tour-de-force of twenty-something self-doubt and heartbreak. Such navel-gazing terrain is not my usual purview, as it’s rare that self-indulgence pays off as much for the viewer as it does for the filmmaker. It’s supposed allow for easy alignment between the film...
BIG SHOT: Sherman’s March
In Sherman’s March, Ross McElwee and his camera barrel through the South on a tour-de-force of twenty-something self-doubt and heartbreak. Such navel-gazing terrain is not my usual purview, as it’s rare that self-indulgence pays off as much for the viewer as it does for the filmmaker. It’s supposed allow for easy alignment between the film...