Misc.: May 2007 Archives

I have been driving my wife crazy with the photography-oriented movies I've littered across our Netflix queue. I reviewed the first, War Photographer, a few weeks ago. I was looking forward to William Eggleston in the Real World but it sat unwatched on the TV cabinet for two months. We popped it in the other night and after watching the first 20 minutes or so, I fell asleep on the couch.

First, I had to get past the technical problems of the film. The video quality and audio recording are pretty poor, the audio so bad it occasionally requires subtitles for normal conversation. About five minutes in you can start to ignore that and focus on what's happening, a silent recording of Eggleston at work. This reminded me of War Photographer in a way, where you see from the outside what the photographer is doing, but that is nothing at all like seeing through the viewfinder or understanding how he frames the pictures or quickly makes technical adjustments to bring the image into a semblance of what's in his mind's eye for the shot.

After the first 15 minutes or so, the film leaves this mode and follows Eggleston into some stupefied interactions with his local friends and that's where my mind wandered away. One amazing insight from this initial interaction is that Eggleston is completely assured of his own excellence. He is satisfied with his work. He describes a recent project as the best work he's ever done. I found that astonishing.