Was amateurish the right word? More like the work of a brilliant optician and technician who was an amateur at any kind of real communication. Technically gorgeous, the Work, with lighting and angles planned out to the frame. But oddly hollow, empty, no sense of dramatic towardness—no narrative movement toward a real story; no emotional movement toward an audience.
Another preemptive deflection of criticism lobbed at IJ itself. This type of self-reference/-reflection makes me smile.
