
Boy Dallas lives in the slum of Kibera, the capital of Kenya, Nairobi. He is a radio host, "The Voice of Kibera." Dallas is a self-taught cameraman, and with a spare camera, he sets out to find out why the neighborhood, which has long been the target of aid, is still in such terrible trouble.
The fun tricks used in the production design and lighting read extremely well on-screen but hardly fulfill their purpose of trying to inject glamour into a lack-luster story with nothing to say.
Despite its glaring flaws, First Girl I Loved is not entirely undeserving of a watch. For people who can handle the more difficult aspects of the story and graphic scenes, it is worth looking into. It’s not a film worthy of rewatch, but it may still resonate somewhat with those who need a story like this. It is a genuine, if flimsy attempt at a coming-of-age tale. Were the film to be directed by someone with experiences more similar to Anne, it would likely be more powerful--as it is, it feels like a man’s perspective of what it means to come to terms with your identity as a lesbian.
"Well, the film industry is completely sexist and completely class-biased." A closer look at Lynne Ramsay's impressive body of work.
Remakes. Reboots. Reinventions. Redundancy. It's the common practice in Hollywood of late, sometimes offering us victorious reimagining of what can be considered cinematic classics while also, more often, falling flat on their UN-imaginative faces in utter defeat and lackluster results. Admittedly, with this in mind, I went into the newest incarnation of "The War of the Roses" with typical trepidation and cautious optimism.
A bumpy journey about revolution and family makes us feel fear, disgust, humor, and satisfaction.