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Best movie of this year hands down!

Thanks for the memories!

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This is a small, humorous movie in some ways, but it has a huge heart. What a nice experience.

About the only entertaining aspect of this movie is the "people watching" you can enjoy from the streets of New York. I've had some regrets in life, watching this movie in its entirety is one of them - and the other, is that I didn't have the insight to hire a cameraman to follow me around L.A. while I was homeless, depressed, suicidal, and carried a back pack. I couldn't help think, that if I was catching change from strangers for a phone call, I would at least collect enough change to buy a bottle of wine to have a little going out party for myself. Who knows, maybe the wine would help me figure out why the hell I'm so depressed, and how did I come to the conclusion that I wanted to be a suicide bomber? Or just get drunk because I'm in this ridiculous artsie fartsie dreadful movie. If any producer out there is interested, I would be happy to reenact my homeless days - I guarantee you'll be entertained.

A young woman is seen arriving at a bus station. Before she gets off the bus she might be giving us a clue as to the purpose of her trip. At the depot, she is met by a man that takes her to what appears to be a suburban motel. She has come for the sole purpose of being trained for a mission to sacrifice herself in a terrorist act. The woman takes a bath, scrubbing herself clean, as though preparing for the sacrifice she is about to commit Masked men enter the room. Blindfolding her, they take her through a training different in a lot of possible scenarios. She is given a new identity and has to learn it by rote. When she is deemed ready, she is taken to a desolate area where a car awaits her to take her to another bus depot. Her destination, we learn at last, is Times Square, the heart of New York City.Leah Cruz, the would be terrorist, embarks on a walk throughout the area. The usual crowds are a reminder of what she is about to do. She is constantly surrounded by a mass of people that are oblivious to the danger so near to them. After trying the explosive device, she realizes it's not working properly, something she, or the team that prepared the explosion, probably didn't count on. As the story ends, we watch her being pursued by a young man, who might be a predator looking for easy an easy mark.Suicide bombers are a recent development in the world. They have been responsible for the death of thousands of innocent people that didn't deserve to die, in the first place. It is hard to understand how a human being will get to that stage. Not only will they kill a lot of bystanders, but in the process they don't live to see the havoc they create."Day Night, Day Night" is the creation of Julia Loktev, a director unknown to this viewer. Not knowing what to expect, we took a chance with this indie film from IFC, a producer of quirky fare. Ms. Loktev takes the viewer into the mind of a person that is determined to carry out a horrible act. We never get to know Leah's background, or what is the cause for which she is fighting. We never learn what has been her reason for getting involved in such a criminal act. When she calls her parents, they sound as though they are concerned about her, but not much more than what a parent of a young person would be.Louisa Williams has the kind of face that could pass for any ethnicity, it is difficult to peg her down to any specific race group. Her eyes tell the story of the conflict within her. Walking among the crowds of Times Square, Ms. Williams appears at times as though she is overwhelmed by the garishness of her surroundings, while at other times, she appears to be afraid of dying for a cause that even she can't comprehend.The excellent hand held camera of cinematographer Benoit Debie, captures the Times Square area as through the eyes of a tourist, or even a would be killer. Ms. Loktev shows she can provoke her audience, however disgusting the central issue is.

This is possibly one of the worst movies around. As other reviews, synopses, etc have explained, the "plot" (there actually is no plot or even a sign of one) is about a suicide bomber pre- and during the suicide bombing. I believe the title is meant to convey that the movie covers two days and nights, but even that's guesswork.The movie has been billed as "minimalist", and "stripped to the essentials". Well, not unless you consider boredom to be the essential minimalism. The first 30 minutes essentially cover unknown female in closeup dimly lit profile whispering for a solid minute (she is apparently praying but even that's unclear), getting off plane (we assume, all we see is her skirt and then the back of her neck, which btw the camera remains glued to every time she is moving), being picked up and deposited at a hotel room after a couple of non-informational stops (well, we do learn she's either not Asian or fully un-Asianized Asian because she has no idea how to use chopsticks). In the hotel room --other than a few minutes with 1, 2, and then 3 guys who all arrive wearing the same pants, shirt, and (so help me God I am serious) black ski-mask-plus-ballcap-bill patting her down/taking pictures of her in what's apparently meant to be Che-Guevara-clone gear/rehearsing her verbally in a couple tiny parts of whatever she is supposed to do/eating pizza with her-- we get to watch her bathe (in nauseating detail, but, guys take note: none of the naughty bits show up on camera ;) ), clip her nails, wash out her socks and undies, turn on lights, chomp down some food staring at nothing while alone, lie on her back and walk her feet up the wall, fol a cellphone over her tennis show lace and flip it around a couple of times, and sleep twice (the first time looking like a puppet whose strings have been cut, or a dead person).That ridiculous sleeping posture may actually be one of only two actual "messages" in the flick...some existential hoohaw about her being "dead" already. That would actually fit with the first sight we had of her face back at the airport...when she turn around and we instantly think this is a horror film because, between her very heavy jutting forehead and brow ridge and the black circles completely surrounding each eye she looks like she's the lead in "Night of the Living Dead X".The other "message"? Boredom. Ours, as people subjected to this long lack of content. The actress' or character's (it is not clear which...and that can be seen, I suppose, as a measure of the actress' talent...that we cannot tell if she is that bored or she is that good at portraying a character who is that bored).I finally quit wasting my life watching this turkey and skipped ahead to the last 5 minutes. Then back to the bomb not going off. And then, thankfully, called it a day.I love indy flicks. But just because it's an indy is no reason not to say so when someone makes a flick with minimal worth.....and as a last btw...it ain't nece-celery so that ya can't tell the chicks ethnicity....in fact, you can eliminate several possibilities right off.

Within twenty minutes of the film's beginning, I was in agony, but I didn't necessarily think my discomfort was due to bad film-making. It was extremely uncomfortable to see this woman go through mundane activities in a hotel room, without any music or distraction, knowing what the film would be about. That style of cinematography really made me feel as though I was "inside" the girl's experience and feeling as she felt. I even had to pause it a few times in order to regroup. The scene with the video was hilarious- I laughed so much, partly due to nerves, because I was so relieved to rise above my discomfort and into a moment of blissful absurdity.But as the movie progressed, it was just more of the same mundanity, and it became less interesting over time. I do not always favor narrative storytelling- but for this film in particular, I wanted to understand her character, where she came from, what happened in her life that drove her to become the person she is. The film is about a very black-and- white, well-defined political subject- a female suicide bomber throughout what is supposed to be the last day of her life. So this story's displacement from personal history (aside from a phone call to family, and a photo of her caucasian brother) feels mismatched. The snippets of her whispered prayers were very interesting, and I wanted more.I enjoyed the characterizations and mannerisms of the people who loan her change, which were revealing of subtle interpersonal dynamics on the street. Also, the man who harasses her- he is a stereotyped young African American urban male. When she jokes about a "bomb," it is like one stereotype meeting another, and that made me laugh. It is poking fun at stereotypes, though we never see a real person beneath them. I really wanted that realness to show through alongside the mocking. I eventually found myself fast-forwarding through large chunks of the DVD, and still understanding exactly what was happening. By the end, I was just begging for the film to be over. Although I must say, I really enjoyed (and again, agonized) the way the film ended. I won't give that away, but it really left me wondering.