This film is astonishing in its original style, which after digesting it, seems as 18th century New York might have been, but in a very unexpected way. The film tenderly reveals an age when the most intimate of feelings were expressed in the most formal terms, when talking about California was like talking about another planet, and when reputation was the axis of a person's life. Every moment is the movie authentic. But what really floored me was the realization the story gave me that love is accepting the other person's lies. And also, in its departure from the nihilism that it the usual moral backdrop of independent film (which BTW is quite mannered at this point); it is refreshing to see a characters tortured by conscience. ** That** is stark realism to me. Henry May Long is a full experience with a film. Hard to look at other movies afterward.
Review of Henry May Long
