I’ve seen an archival doc, but not one as entropic as “Be Kind, Please.”

The damaged audio, the warped voicemail messages, and not always being able to read the font in the middle of the screen added to the film’s chaotic tone.

I enjoyed it. It seems weird to even say, but viewing this film felt uneasy and voyeuristic. I was so uncomfortable, but I love when art makes me feel weird. Or feel anything.

This was a superlative film.

This is one of those conversation starters.

I fucks with the vision, and I’m inspired by it. 👍🏾👍🏾