God Damn, "Shoe Prints In The Dust"


“[D]ocumentary filmmakers… eager to broaden the variety of tools at their disposal and hoping to tell their stories to a wider audience, have been pushing aggressively at the boundaries of their genre. The traditional ‘A-roll, B-roll, talking heads’ paradigm, influenced by journalism, is increasingly being challenged by experiments in which all of the standard features of the traditional documentary — like voice-over, music cues and narrative arcs based on real life — are being mutated or eschewed and devices from the world of fiction embraced,” suggested the New York Times recently, and while I was initially dubious about the premise, now that I have had the opportunity to view this documentary about life in Britain—which veers from a brutally accurate depiction of everyday existence before veering off on a fantastical commentary about the effects of the governing coalition’s evisceration of the welfare state, all scored to some of the whitest music imaginable—I must concede that the assertion is correct and the technique is indeed effective.