Following an Irish immigrant carpenter from coastal Queens to the Catskills and beyond, this film is an American existential portrait that explores the gulf between the idea of a thing and the thing itself. Having set off to the New York countryside to construct a reproduction of the earliest of American cape houses, the protagonist, an Irish immigrant carpenter, finds himself overcome by an inexplicable fatigue. Debts and expectations mount alongside the crudest and most naive of deceptions, that of both self and family. As exaggerations become lies, the chasm grows and the Builder finds himself confronted by the unnerving ambivalence of the world around him.Written by
A plodding often-times unrelated sequence of images supposedly attempting to capture the depressed state of an individual but mostly a visualization of minutiae whether it be chipping away at wooden beams, making coffee, brushing one's teeth, washing dishes, or muttering some sort of unintelligible conversation over a beer or on a cell phone. The viewer is somehow expected to connect the dots from building a house in upstate New York to suddenly taking a train to Richmond, VA to be a dishwasher. Not any kind of cogent approach to storytelling cinematically or otherwise.
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