There is a genre that has been meditated on by masters like Rohmer, who shows us cruelty; Truffaut and Nichols, who show us charm and wit; Wong Kar Wai, who injects energy and boldness; Rafelson, who reveals the scars and dirt under the nails of his characters... Eric Byler has not only arrived at their level with Charlotte Sometimes, but has defined an entirely new standard for cinema using an Asian American palette and a fascinating directing style. Byler's tiny moves project microscopic human emotions involving love and pain that scream off the screen. This is an art piece that, given the respect it deserves, could revive a new wave of consciousness in terms of the way American cinema treats human interaction (on a level so close to reality that it frightens us). This film is also another push AGAINST a gate that constrains Asian American cinema to concentrate on it's Asian-ness, rather than its Human-ness. Please watch this important film.
Review of Charlotte Sometimes
