This is straight-up auteur-ism by a young celluloid maestro. But it's not entirely self-involved. There's plenty of emphathy for the actor's craft. Bergeron might joke when he re-counts Hitchcock's "actors are cattle" line, but he seems to be able to get Jennifer Evans (from "Evil Aliens" fame) and Mace Richards (best remembered from "Plato's Breaking Point" and "Rehad") to communicate things on-screen that few would be able to.
The premise has a New Canadian cinema eeriness and many will be reminded of Atom Egoyan and even David Cronenberg. Bergeron has long had a fascination with airplanes and all of the existential questions that sudden, fiery, uncontrollable early death might inspire. So what? A lot of filmmakers have. Well, not like this. Air travel is an indispensible part of our modernity--and Bergeron plays with this thought masterfully. Imagine if Houdini were a sociologist that was given a camera and trained in cinema verite...
The premise has a New Canadian cinema eeriness and many will be reminded of Atom Egoyan and even David Cronenberg. Bergeron has long had a fascination with airplanes and all of the existential questions that sudden, fiery, uncontrollable early death might inspire. So what? A lot of filmmakers have. Well, not like this. Air travel is an indispensible part of our modernity--and Bergeron plays with this thought masterfully. Imagine if Houdini were a sociologist that was given a camera and trained in cinema verite...