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Those Western tourists sure love their digital cameras. For less than $300, you can get a Canon no thicker than a deck of cards and become your own archivist or documentarian when you take that long-awaited trip to oh, Laos, where Malcom Murray’s insufferable Camera, Camera takes us. In recent years, the country has loosened its tourism policies to allow Westerners to stay longer than a week—which makes it a destination where all sorts of interesting folks bring their cameras and show off the results for Murray’s project. There’s a lithe American student who doesn’t mind showering with the door open and cameras rolling. The old hippie who nearly spent seven years in a Laotian prison when his “guide” turned out to be a smuggler for child-prostitution rings. (He avoided doing time by whipping out a roll of cash.) And the British lech who clearly visits for the cheap sex but resents others for doing the same. Murray is practiced in still and video advertising, having shot campaigns for Ralph Lauren and Stella Artois. But he must have spent several nights Robotripping and watching Koyaanisqatsi in preparation for this outing, because all of the transitions in Camera, Camera are half-speed, painfully saturated scenes of street life. They’ll make you want to visit Indochina, sure—but not to meet anyone featured in the film.
At 5 p.m. at AFI Silver Theater 1; also on Saturday, June 26, at 1:15 p.m. at AFI Silver Theater 3.