Sometimes a technical inadequacy in these "indies" masks something positive. Such is the case (I think) with this flick, which, by the way, displayed the title "Pure" to introduce the version which I watched. I'm not into "relationship"-type movies, but, at least this one delivers realistic dialogue. Trouble is that much of the speaking is so subdued that it's inaudible. Beyond this, I'm also at a loss for good words 'cause this bloke's just too dense, I guess, to keep up with - or appreciate - this picture's additional goings-on, which have to do with southern Cali artist, Port's lovers, addiction and painting, providing the ups and downs of this film. Therefore, for this viewer, the experience was largely a downer.
Review of I'm the Elephant, U Are the Mouse
