I’ve got the antidote for the first five chapters of Blood Meridian, and it’s available on Netflix streaming. Bill Cunningham New York, possibly the most charming, cheerful documentary I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot of them.
It made me happy. I can’t say it any better than that.
Bill Cunningham has basically spent his entire life (he turns 80 during the film) bicycling (around Manhattan, taking pictures of what people are wearing. He works for the New York Times, but you get the sense that he’d be doing the same thing even if he wasn’t getting paid to do it).
He lives a very simple life in a very complicated city. His apartment is beyond tiny. He doesn’t have a bathroom, kitchen, or a shower; he uses public facilities and eats out.
He loves what he does. He laughs easily, often, and with a sincerity and warmth that must feel very nice to experience. I’m not a downer or a pessimist, but I’m no Bill Cunningham either.
I won’t say more about it. I can’t imagine that anyone who watches it will feel sorry that they did so.