Ink

It is definitely not every day that a film like Ink is made. Not even every month and I dare to say there are few of this kind every year. But when I consider the approach of its creators, I must say I'm not that surprised.

After reading an article in the Filmmaker Magazine about the unusual tolerance – joy even – the filmmakers expressed about this movie being pirated, I just had to see it. It is very unusual for filmmakers to openly point out the struggle indy films experience on the market these days – even the problems with getting paid by the already established bigger distribution companies – and go out of their way to make their film available to those who films are actually for. 

The film is a celebration of creativity, fantasy, a neverending game of lights and filmmaking experimenting all wrapped into a story everyone understands and can relate to:

When Emma, a little girl, is taken at night by a creature called Ink, into a different world that exists paralel to what we can see and comprehend, a fight between good and evil unfolds for the girl's life, a result of which largely depends on the path her father chooses.

Apart from some of the weaker performances by some of the actors and actresses and the little slow of the pace in the second half, the film is just one big spectactle of what I call a filmmaking art. 

I was so reminded of Aronofsky's The Fountain and Requiem for a Dream from the first till the last shot, which, surprisingly, did not bother me at all. On the other hand. I enjoyed how the story was told and that there was just the right amount of that imagery not to disrupt the overall impression of the film.

A great achievement for such a little budget.  

Thumbs up, in all aspects.