My King might have been more resonant had Maïwenn allowed more time and space for her characterizations to organically develop.
All of these images had some connection to the artist’s documentaries, a thematic link reinforced by the layout of the exhibit.
There’s a palpable sense of both anger and sympathy on the part of Wang for the plight of his subjects.
Intensity exacted a high price, and Kim Stanley seems to have paid it willingly, even gloatingly.