Chris Luciantonio

In the utopian eye of writer-director John Carney, there has not been a personal or familial crisis that cannot be mended through the liberating act of strumming out a few licks on an acoustic guitar.

There is something inarguably captivating about observing a professional pour the whole of their mind, body, and spirit into their chosen craft with reckless abandon.

Harmony Korine’s Aggro Dr1ft, the film he has been promoting in his signature method of rambling, incoherent interviews as some kind of experiment in post-cinematic sensory experience, offers up all it has to show you by the thirty minute mark of it’s fleeting 80 minute runtime. The primary trick up the film’s sleeve — the auspicious aesthetic decision to exclusively film with infrared cameras — creates the distancing effect Korine was no doubt aiming for.