Watching this after critiques was probably one of the worst ideas ever. Spending four stressful weeks working on my piece of shit lamp all built up to a 3.5 hour critique just so we can skip lunch, trek across campus, and sit in a dank, humid, stuffy library room and watch a movie about one of the most important architectural minds of all time.
The film itself was interesting in the way it was shot, often using real footage of the man working, showing his creative process, and showing the buildings being constructed all while having intertwining interviews and behind the scenes talks. The film found a way to humanize such a monumental figure which I found really interesting, yet at the same time, certain aspects made me question why so many people thought he would be famous.
He told the story of his Rabbi/ Sunday school teacher commending his artwork and how many thought he had golden hands. Yet, when you looked at any of his drawings, even his recent work, it looks like a mound of scribbles. And its' not even an elegant or beautiful mound of scribbles.
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