Employing one of the most singular constructions to one of the most frequently analyzed topics in cinema - grief, loneliness, despondence - Tobias Nole's Alloys is a brazen piece of cinema that deserves a look. Early on the film is a rather typically well-constructed "art" film, crafting a grief infused mileu which is palatable through use of static and sterile photography that evokes the fractured psyche of its main protagonist - a man dealing with the death of his father. What transpires from there, and I won't go into details here, is where the film's boldness becomes wholly alluring, as the filmmakers craft a film about therapy and self worth in a way that I've never seen before, exhibiting how the intrinsic autonomy of perception makes the relationship between ontology and existentialism homogeneous. That is to say, self/being and our relationship to such forces as life and death are intertwined, with therapy - emotional communication - being the engine which drives altruism and self worth
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