David Fenster's Trona opens with a great little tightrope walk of a scene, involving a sexually frustrated business traveller and a hotel room with very thin walls, that any in-depth description of threatens to ruin. It's almost laugh-out-loud funny, yet unbearably tense, and in balancing honest pathos and introspection, and an interrogation of the kind of indie-film isolation that we're often asked to interpret as "meaningful", it sets a high standard for everything to follow. Luckily, the rest of the film is more than capable of keeping up.
categories Cinematical