Seeing the rough cut of Dangerous Writing last week fascinated, thrilled, and appalled my by turns. I like the move very, very much. It is unique, with no good comparisons, though some of the discomforting ambiguity of Solandz's Happiness comes to mind. The other lead performers tell the story quite well. Andrew brings sharp intelligence and Joey brings a compelling openness to the camera. Aislinn is by turns (misleadingly) frail, needy, and hopeful. I'm needy, despicable, machiavellian, nervous, self-loathing, horny, and outright weird. Neal is flat out evil (in a good way.) What do I like best about my own work? It's far less vain than I manage to be in the rest of my life. What do I like least? I look one chemo treatment away from going completely bald.
I love the look of the film. It is framed for mis-en-scene, with a camera that appears hand-held, but without the intrusiveness or jitters of true hand-held. The frame allows audiences to find the story far more often than it leads them to the story, which I find restful, and which also balances the far-from-restful story of a creative artist ever-so-near the end of his tether.