Shot in a quality not a step up from your standard digital camera, THE IGNORANT BLISS OF SUN AND MOON is a simple, direct idea, a statement in the form of a short film that, just as simply as it is made, is simply, good. The film follows a man who could easily be homeless, but, as we see later, in fact has a home. But he's the kind of person who's just a step away from homelessness: an alcoholic, screaming-at-the-heavens loser who gets into peoples shit and annoys, but who, as a person, evokes some sympathy. Like many a loser, the man begins to look for answers or hope from a greater power. In this film, its the sun and the moon, or, metaphorically, the overseers of his misery. Expecting such powers to understand, he seeks guidance, and upon rediscovering an old lottery ticket, buddhist-bullshit about letting your life be what it may be is sent down by the sun & moon's wisdom. But Hyams' protagonist is no idiot, and ends up winning thousands of dollars as he scratches the ticket. Like Hyams' other films, there's a strong sense of sympathy that follows his melancholy protagonist, which meshes well with the narration and wisdom of the sun and moon. But also apparent in Hyams' work is a gross reality, which rears its head when the man disregards supposed wisdom and experiences reality and specificity.
3/5 Stars
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