There is something to be said for realism in film and video, but usually the distinction between them is wrought with mitigating circumstances.
In the case of Ivy Tickles Her Mother, realism tends to be the weak point; not due to its absence, but because of its overwhleming presence.
Aesthetically, the video is shot primarily handheld in low lighting with grainy resolution that goes into the Dogma 95 quality which makes it a bit unnerving for those used to tripod shots or three-quarter composition, but has its purpose in the frenetic action of the people.
However, the video fails in its ability to entertain and satisfy. Ivy's mother endlessly attempts to distract her daughter with such ham-handed protests as "You're grounded" and "Mommy loves you" and even a more disturbing "Mommy hurts"; begging in lees is desirable, but whining is less so. Her ticklishness also seems to come in go in five-second bouts that require lengthy recovery periods to restore sensitivity, so the momentum of the session is constantly being interrupted.
Ivy herself is a fairly sadistic tickler and very enthusiastic, but her zeal overwhelms her precision and her technique, leaving a series of very rushed and very crude (and somewhat ineffective) tickling assaults with assortments of brushes that are as useful in action as they would be sitting on a table. Her attacks themselves are not very coordinated and Ivy is obviously consumed with her feat than drawing out the tension on her subject. Shame for such a cute little girl.
Overall, this video is a treat for its unintentional Cassavetean/von Trier-esque visual quality, but has little substance and quality to give it substantial merit beyond aesthetic consideration. The tickling is weak, the session chaotic and uncoordinated, and the action very repetitive, to the point where you would be hard pressed to tell one eight-minute portion from another.
Worth borrowing, but not purchasing.
In the case of Ivy Tickles Her Mother, realism tends to be the weak point; not due to its absence, but because of its overwhleming presence.
Aesthetically, the video is shot primarily handheld in low lighting with grainy resolution that goes into the Dogma 95 quality which makes it a bit unnerving for those used to tripod shots or three-quarter composition, but has its purpose in the frenetic action of the people.
However, the video fails in its ability to entertain and satisfy. Ivy's mother endlessly attempts to distract her daughter with such ham-handed protests as "You're grounded" and "Mommy loves you" and even a more disturbing "Mommy hurts"; begging in lees is desirable, but whining is less so. Her ticklishness also seems to come in go in five-second bouts that require lengthy recovery periods to restore sensitivity, so the momentum of the session is constantly being interrupted.
Ivy herself is a fairly sadistic tickler and very enthusiastic, but her zeal overwhelms her precision and her technique, leaving a series of very rushed and very crude (and somewhat ineffective) tickling assaults with assortments of brushes that are as useful in action as they would be sitting on a table. Her attacks themselves are not very coordinated and Ivy is obviously consumed with her feat than drawing out the tension on her subject. Shame for such a cute little girl.
Overall, this video is a treat for its unintentional Cassavetean/von Trier-esque visual quality, but has little substance and quality to give it substantial merit beyond aesthetic consideration. The tickling is weak, the session chaotic and uncoordinated, and the action very repetitive, to the point where you would be hard pressed to tell one eight-minute portion from another.
Worth borrowing, but not purchasing.