Nathan Silver's short documentary Carol and Joy radiantly builds upon this lineage, extending his recent first-time work with Carol Kane on Between the Temples -whose warmth and wit anchor the film-into the realm of nonfiction, while reuniting with regular collaborator Sean Price Williams, whose kinetic camerawork mirrors its unruly vitality. Filmed over two afternoons in the New York apartment that Kane shares with her 98-year-old mother, Joy, the film captures a cascade of memory, music and confession.
At the window he put his nose against the glass, which was beautifully cold, then drew away and saw the new consistency of the air: quick and blurred and sputtering white. The changed air was leaving itself on the tree branches. The care in those words, the sensitivity! Snow-dreaded, beloved; oppressive, angelic; shoveled, ogled-with the agency to leave itself so wonderfully on the branches! For no fault of his own, James is often in need of salvation. Like snow, he is the most beautiful problem.