Martybird misses the climax. I'm not sure what school of thought he applies to himself but his other works also give proof to the fact that his movies always miss the ending. It's like it's watching someone ride to menemsha from oak bluffs on a beach cruiser bicycle. Also all other jokes aside does Martybird hate or love NYC? It's difficult to tell, truly it's difficult to decipher what part of NYC he's trying to capture. Whatever it is it's always on balance negative. He must love bringing his camera to the morgue because that's his entire life's work. It's capturing rust. Not sure what it accomplishes on a higher plane of art.

This movie is different because there is more color but still it was too long.