Here To Where

A documentary about a man who lives in an airport has the potential to be very interesting. Or perhaps that should be mockumentary. I'll be honest. I have no idea what this film is supposed to be. It can be fact or fiction, but there are many elements that prevent it from being either.

The story, from what I can gather, is not about Alfred Merhan, a homeless man who has made the Charles De Gaulle Airport his makeshift house, but about a hopeless and over-confident film director, called Paul, who wants to make a film about Alfred.

A film about making a film? It's not even this.

Glen Luchford barely scratches the surface of the problem. His wobbly camera, horrific colour scheme and even worse sound design distract our attention from whatever gibberish is onscreen.

Thousands of elements are unexplained. Why does Paul use a translator to communicate with a man whose language he can speak? How does Alfred Merhan survive with no money or job? How come his health doesn't deteriorate? Why do we never see a script being read for this supposed movie? Luchford doesn't even realize that these questions exist, never mind try to answer them.

Paul - his second name is never revealed - is a director without vision. He has no idea what he is doing and never satisfactorily explains his intentions. This mirrors Luchford's competence in filmmaking. Even Ed Wood was an accidentally entertaining director.

The ending is inconclusive and wraps up nothing, not that there is an actual story to wrap. The film climaxes in the same state of limbo that it sleepwalks through. There is no beginning, middle or end, just a mixture of heinously edited scenes that make little sense. As confusing as it is amateur and much less important than it wants to be.