Gus Van Sant does not strive to make sense of the senseless school shooting in Elephant, but rather attaches his tracking camera to the various perspectives of victims and perpetrators as it unfolds, delivering a chilling vision of violence that arrives without warning, logic, or resolution.
There is an invitation built into both the title and story of C’mon C’mon, beckoning us to join a radio journalist and his nine-year-old nephew on a road trip across the United States, through which Mike Mills’ beautiful greyscale cinematography and stream-of-consciousness montages paint a portrait of a relationship as sweet and unhurried as his narrative’s easy-going pace.
