saw the zia anger film last night, called my first film. US independent filmmaking is throwing up some quite good bits and pieces at the moment. or at least i'm attuned to it. this one was autofiction basically. it's strange getting old enough that nostalgic films now have nostalgia i can relate to - she's looking back at her past youth but that youth was in 2010. definitely have this sense now as well that the mid-2020s is as distinct as any other period for film and just as interested in doing new things. part of this one uses text written into a Word document as part of the film. it's quite a good film and a thoughtful one, or at least it made me thoughtful. it's also self-indulgent in a particular american way. but i guess autofiction can't help but be a bit self-indulgent, in that the film is essentially someone filming their memories. it's weird with this kind of film how it's a bit boring but over two hours if you can put up with it it makes you self-reflective. shifts your mood, clears your eyes