The best kind of films fall out of the ether and hit you hard . They appear from nowhere and leave you marked , forever . Ink , an unknown movie , came calling at my door serendipitous while looking for something to watch tonight . Words fail me , they fall far too short in any descriptive attempts I could muster to review the movie I have just been immersed in . So I will let my frequent tears during the film speak for me . This finely crafted work played , expertly , and beneficially on my emotions. The film made my own time change its shape and it lost all meaning to me . Only the movie had movement and form . It possessed me . Rarely does this happen these days . When it does if feels as if a tiny piece of heaven has entered in to one's heart and mind . This film is powerful : in content , in story and in its writing , its visual appearance ,and in the actors performances . Great films best come without fanfare and and flashing lights . They quietly involve and bond and bind you to them like modern day alchemy.....I was hoping to be curt and concise in this revue . Alas , my heart has made slaves of my fingers and will warrant them no rest . I can recommend this movie whole-heartedly . It is a genuine , original and adsorbing piece of work . So then , open your mind and prepare your heart ..... and let it in.

The glow... Why? To cover up the poor quality of the image? At one point a character says "anything can look good in the right light." This film proves otherwise.Most of the what's bad about the film has been mentioned in other reviews, but I just wanted to add that the fact that the film has a low budget ($250,000 apparently - not as low as I would have guessed after seeing it), doesn't excuse the terrible performance, directing and technical execution of the film.Waste of time for all involved. Anything that could have been watchable was blitzed and mangled under a haze of digital glow, jarring, obvious edits and clumsy sound.Just avoid it.

I get that this is supposed to feel surreal given the plot/setting, however I feel this movie that might've gotten 10 stars from me falls far short due to the cinematographic style - it was nearly enough to give me a headache, and I had such high hopes for this film based on the synopsis. There is a point where presenting an "artsy" film is a disservice to the story itself.Now that I've gotten that off my chest, I do have a few friends I'll recommend this movie to because the story is an engaging one, and I enjoyed the "prologue" and the ending.Would I have felt cheated if I had paid the price of a ticket and theater refreshments to see this? Probably not. If I had first seen it in a theater, would I venture to a theater to see it a second or subsequent time? Probably not. Do I feel cheated for paying the price of a Blu-ray? No. Will I watch my Blu-ray copy more than once? Too late, I already have - and probably will again. So, 6 stars - I can't offer more than that.

In the visually fascinating Ink, teams of good and evil supernatural beings fight over the soul of one very unlucky little girl. Although the aesthetics are definitely pleasing, there is a lack of character development and a sometimes inscrutable storyline. In all, though, this is an intriguing tale.It all starts when a hulking, cloaked figure named Ink steals into young Emma's room one night and tries to make off with her, only to run into a small squadron of good guys called Storytellers. Ink gets away, but a small drum he uses to transmit a secret code (which allows him to return to a different realm.Ink wants to use Emma (played with great verve by Quinn Hunchar) as a way to ingratiate himself with the Incubi, beings that directly provide mortals of the real world with nightmares (contrasted with the Storytellers, who furnish people with sweet dreams). Ink is under the belief that he can overcome his overwhelming guilt and shame by becoming an Incubus himself. He does not reckon with a Storyteller named Liev (Jessica Duffy), who willingly surrenders to Ink in order to save Emma.But, lest you think this is something akin to kid-fantasy movies like Labyrinth and Willow, there's a deeper theme to all of this other than those of atonement and reconciliation. Everything is connected, a sentiment to which good-guy Jacob (Jeremy Make), a blind Pathfinder (his title is sort of explanatory), certainly subscribes. If you want to prevent a particular future, you must find an item in the sequence leading up to that future - and then break the flow of events.For me, Ink was one of those movies that seemed to make little sense at first. Gradually, though, I began to grasp just how fraught with meaning it truly was. So many questions occurred: Why is Emma so important to everyone? Who is Liev, and what makes her so special? Why do Incubi wear those creepy electronic monitors over their faces? Why is Ink so grotesque? And then, like finally being able to fold a fitted sheet, the battle comes to a remarkably satisfying conclusion. We don't learn everything, but the light shed in the final scenes is highly gratifying. The viewer may slap his or her head, wondering why they didn't piece it all together earlier, but that's the beauty of the screenplay by Jamin Winans (who also directed). The only real debit is that the movie doesn't delve too deeply into the motives or emotions of any of the characters, even the leads. Ink seems to only scratch the surface of a very intriguing mythology, that of the beings who fight to wrest away our souls by way of our dreams.