Jones.

"Preston Miller's Jones offers an outsider's perspective on contemporary New York rarely seen on film, and almost never acknowledged by natives," writes Karina Longworth at the SpoutBlog. "Opening [tonight] for a one-week run at the Pioneer Theater in New York, Jones is the kind of lo-fi, no budget, non-traditional narrative that, without the support of a festival like SXSW, has an extremely difficult time making waves. But Miller finds a few ingenious ways around his limitations, and the unprofessional look of the video is actually one of my favorite things about it."

Miller "isn't out to burden his character with easy signifiers...; he's out to gaze at Jones in all his recumbent mystery, not to define him in any definitively concrete way," writes Keith Uhlich at the House Next Door. And he interviews Miller for Zoom In Online.

"Forgoing a Haruki Murakami reading, Jones takes a long stroll through Times Square, and what begins as an impersonal tour of Manhattan's soulless new façade ends with Jones searching for himself in his reflection and in the faces of the people passing him by," writes Bruce Bennett in the New York Sun. "The sidewalks of New York have woven their pernicious magic. Before long, Jones begins to come loose from the ethical anchor of his life back home, and curb-level Manhattan reverts to the citywide moral sinkhole it was before decades of Disneyfication filled the cracks."

"What we've got here is a sly real time comedy with the sad undertow you'll invariably get when confronting addictions," writes Nathaniel R. "The substance abused here is sex, or more specifically, Asian prostitutes.... Jones may be slight, but I enjoyed it."

Posted by dwhudson at December 14, 2007 8:32 AM