I enjoy director Ross McElwee's particular brand of neuroses. This documentary presents him chasing after a long list of former flames as well as potential new flames. All the while he lugs his lo-fi film equipment around, documenting the proceedings and often making people feel uncomfortable. The connection between his doomed love life and General Sherman's Civil War march through the South are hardly tenable, but I appreciate McElwee's willingness to juxtapose all manner of different filmed scenes and let the viewer decide the connection. He doesn't force you to come to any conclusions, but his themes are so universal that you will inevitably stumble upon some poetic truth along the way with him in this rambling travelogue.
Written 9/23/08
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