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Why Netflix’s “Burning Cane” Is The Beauty That Intensifies Life’s Betrayals
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First off, we have to give props to the breathtaking genius of Phillip Youmans, the 19-year-old filmmaker whose stunning debut, Burning Cane, that affectingly captures the enduring complexities facing broken victims of life’s venomous vices, is ceremoniously blowing the minds of more revered storytellers like Ava DuVernay, who acquired the rights for distribution via production hub, Array Releasing.
The critically-acclaimed film possesses the relevant substances of the independent films that dominated the nineties and early aughts. Those rare gems were primarily executed to captivate audiences into the mechanisms of voyeuristic indulgence.
As we accommodate the urgent festiveness of exhaustive film franchises and TV reboots, we rarely have the ability to briefly lose ourselves in the world that’s created for unparalleled escapism.
It’s the makeshift destination that reveals itself in both the light and the dark of scenes, and stoically replaces what’s been take away under the guidance of a remarkably tactful auteur.
It’s no wonder that Burning Cane secured the prize for best narrative feature at this year’s Tribeca Film Festival, which was the historic feat for Youmans, as the youngest filmmaker to…
