Midday Black Midnight Blue

The film works best on a subconscious level.

Soule and Talbott’s approach ends up creating a convoluted film that feels unproductively hazy, and which saps much of the potential emotionality.

Characters stare wistfully into the distance, delivering a lot of poetic musings that don't add up to much.

To demand Midday Back Midnight Blue abide by convention is to futilely demand the agony of loss itself be neatly packaged. The beauty and terror of life is in how incomprehensible it can be, making any film that captures this a rare gift to be cherished.

Poetic, well-acted, beautifully shot and genuinely heartfelt, but concurrently tedious, frustrating and exhausting.

Non-linear in its storytelling, stingy with its facts, details and “truth,” it’s a picture that violates a lot of the basic covenants between filmmaker and audience.