Ensofter Overrated and overhyped

Phonearl Good start, but then it gets ruined

Gurlyndrobb While it doesn't offer any answers, it both thrills and makes you think.

Lidia Draper Great example of an old-fashioned, pure-at-heart escapist event movie that doesn't pretend to be anything that it's not and has boat loads of fun being its own ludicrous self.

Horst in Translation (filmreviews@web.de) "42 One Dream Rush" is a 42-minute short film from 6 years ago. Well.. actually it is really 42 very short films by 42 directors packed in here. And while you find big names in here like David Lynch, Gaspar Noe or Kenneth Anger, there also also some fairly unknown directors in here or names you may have come across for other reasons so far such as Taika Waititi, James Franco or Rinko Kikuchi. All in all, it was a fairly mediocre film. Some of the short films were pretty decent, but most were fairly forgettable. It is certainly almost impossible to make all of these great works looking at how difficult it is to make a convincing movie that only runs for under a minute. Certainly requires a great deal of talent. And also some luck. Here it did not work out in most cases. Not recommended.

tedg Film is a remarkable medium. The broad class of storytelling and related emotional invocation is similarly broad. Watching these affirms my commitment to something else: long form cinema.These are short form, about a minute or so. Some are by well known filmmakers, including some I truly admire. Others involved seem to be popular figures in the art scene. The provenance of the project seems to have been a liquor distributor, the target the Beijing Film Festival, and the theme dreaming. Some are simple depictions of dreaming. Others try to register some evocative, usually disturbing dream. And yet others treat their project as if it were art as it seems to be defined today. I will leave it to others whether that latter class is worth your attention. What intrigues me is which of these work because they used the power of cinema and narrative to work for me. Films that work do so by making a story that entangles with the stories I host internally. They entangle one another in ways (usually more than one) where I cannot escape being changed. When you have a sixty second film you need to do more than merely capture attention. You cannot slide us into a world, you have to shiv into the one I carry, ideally through an unguarded invagination. The depressing thing is that not one of these did this for me. Quite possibly seeing them all at once makes this difficult but I think the opposite is the case. After a couple, you open yourself to the rhythm; you prepare yourself to carry the unresolved. You rest into concentrated vision. Only one of these drew me back time and again and surprised me because it is the least cinematic in the traditional sense. And the most open in the narrative sense.Do not read further until you see it. It is by Rinko Kikuchi and features her face. She opens it enough and we have enough time to join it on our own terms. We map our own story onto it because she gives us absolutely none. And then after we have voyaged with her in our story, she expertly takes control and a tear appears. You simply cannot avoid crying. For me it was a gasp and tears. It isn't her. It is my own revealed grief evoked. You need to see this. The others might be interesting in some context, but not cinema, not narrative. Ryan McGinley has an arresting segment.