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Critic Reviews for Ink
There's a rapacious DIY showmanship at work here reminiscent of the calling-card chutzpah Robert Rodriguez and Peter Jackson showed in scrappier, pre-blockbuster days.
As action-packed as his film is, Winans is in no hurry to tell his tale. His pace is deliberate.
Has all the ambition of a Terry Gilliam or Jean-Pierre Jeunet epic.
Winans is at his best in the visual realm, and the early sections of his film, in which supernatural entities are seen wordlessly working their nightshifts, prove highly effective examples of narrative economy.
A movie that needs to be seen, and it's a film that deserves to be celebrated.
Audience Reviews for Ink
Ink is a spectacular little low-budget film. At night, as we sleep, two groups of different warriors battle over our souls. There are the Storytellers that give us dreams, and the Incubi that give us nightmares. There are also drifters, that are kind of trapped between worlds. One of these drifters, Ink, kidnaps a young girl and it is up to the storytellers to rescue her. WHat I loved about this film is that you can see the passion and hardwork that has gone into it. It doesn't allow for its budget to become a limitation. The film also uses simple but very effective effects. There is a fight scene early on where things get smashed up but then magically put themselves back together again. It is probably just footage in reverse, but it works a charm. The designs of the characters are also very original, at least for this kind of story. The film is one you have to stick with, as it reveals its intentions and story over time. Some scenes seem completely unrelated which can cause the film to drag in the middle, but stick with it because the emotional ending is very powerful. Lower your expectations in terms of lighting, acting, and fight choreography, and you should find a lot to love in this little film that refuses to be held back.
An impressively well made low budget adult fairy tale boasting some intriguing and original ideas.
An admirable project that oozes passion from every pore, but there doesn't seem to be much innovation behind it. What will stick with me from Ink is nothing about the film itself, between its passable acting, hokey plot and serviceable special effects (though surely commendable when budget is taken into consideration); instead, I'll remember the obvious devotion the creative talent breathed into it. For a 250000 dollar film with no big names attached to it, it's garnered some pretty significant attention, but ultimately you can't help but grade on a curve, and Ink really only has merits because of its lack of pedigree. I can only hope that Jamin Winans catches the eye of some daring studio higher-up, because Ink leaves you the impression that he's a man of his craft working with unremarkable tools.
|Emma:||I am ruined... why can't you see that? Leiv: Because I choose to see you for what you were intended to be, not for what you've become...|
|John:||FUCK FUCK FUCK!|
|John:||Her life means nothing. I believe it means something to her.|
|John:||Her life means nothing.|
|Emma:||When I die, will I be a storyteller like you?|