Nightswimming: Mintzkov "Ruby Red"

Mintzkov "Ruby Red"
dir. by Gommaar Gilliams
There is something viscerally thrilling about watching this man explode with anger at a room full of sharply dressed men and women. His sloppy and violent outbursts are appalling but somehow familiar - as if this frustrated soul expresses what all these tightly-wound people wish they could. We watch with dread and rabid anticipation as he makes his way through the night, expecting some tragic end to this seemingly pathetic life. And yet he does have his outlet, the one avenue of self-expression which prevents him from going even further into his rage. Yet why must he seek this happiness in shadow? What is it in the eyes of strangers that makes a man feel less than himself?