I love a good meta-doc. I love a documentary that blurs the line of fact and fiction. I’m not sure I “loved” The Nowhere Inn, but I certainly liked it a lot, and it’s not just because I think St. Vincent / Annie Clark is a pretty good musical artist.
This movie is going to take time for me to fully unpack, but I unpacked it enough to give what I consider a good enough analysis for a brand new outlet, because I collect outlets like the Predator collects spines. (This is a bad metaphor. I’m not changing it.)
You can read the full piece over at Music, Movies, & Hoops.
A Constant Visual Feast 