Ballad of a Small Player
“Ballad of a Small Player” is one of the most over-directed films I’ve ever seen.
“Ballad of a Small Player” is one of the most over-directed films I’ve ever seen.
For as ironically static as JT Mollner’s script is, the conversations and dynamics become innately cinematic.
It’s all very presentational and Brechtian, and the nonstop pace leaves you breathless.
While sports films are known for pulling you in, this one actively pushes you away, something that even feels true about the meta casting of its leading man.
The inherent instability of the filmmakers’ approach fuses with the manipulative charm and psychic damage of their subject.
Linklater not only pays his respects to Godard but also shares that adoration for his craft with his own audience.