24 January 2014
A black-and-white hymn to the energy of the dispossessed, made in the late 1990s, but still horribly relevant. Londoner Marc Singer discovered that homeless New Yorkers were choosing to make dens in the city's Amtrak tunnels and, for the next two years, documented their lives.
The genial subjects discuss drugs, their dead and/or abused kids, and offer recycling tips (second hand gay porn is apparently very easy to shift), while the music of DJ Shadow adds to the deliciously jittery vibe.
The sunny ending is positively dream-like, and those wondering where these men (and one woman) are now will be glad to hear that most of them are alive and kicking. Planet earth has never looked stranger; come on down.
