I liked this experimental film about the infamous suicide of Christine Chubbuck that appeared on live 온라인카지노추천 in the 1970s. The film takes Chubbuck seriously and confronts the audience in a thoughtful, shocking way at the end.

Kate Plays Christine is a "documentary" with stunning cinematography and a unique approach to the genre. The fact that the film-in-film is not real, does hinder the experience though and makes it feel a little bit empty at the end.

This movie watches like a vanity project for Kate Lyn Shiel to indulge in the lengths taken for research as a character actor. Or worse still, a resentment project perhaps for not being offered Rebecca Hall's role in the much better biopic film "Christine".

This pseudo-documentary/re-enactment film fails to entertain (for the most part) or even to reveal anything remotely significant about its subject, Christine Chubbuck. Kate as Christine demonstrates all the depth, personality and inner turmoil of a houseplant. She drudges through the film monotone and unsmiling, supposedly laboring under the misguided notion that a person who suffers from depression must consistently behave in a stereotypical depressed manner. Oddly, even when out of character and touring Sarasota in "researching" the role of Christine, Kate maintains a gloomy, mechanical affect. I would estimate that at least 35 minutes of the entire film consists of Kate blankly starring at nothing without any dialogue, action or purpose. And if you're able to stomach the endless moping and make it to the few scenes in which Kate actually gets around to 'playing Christine', there you'll witness an awkwardly contrived performance reminiscent of a high school drama club. NOTE: This film is absolutely terrible, but I do recommend watching the entire thing IF (and only if) for some strange reason you want to experience the same level of irritation and exhaustion that parents raising teenagers must feel at the end of every day. For the rest of us though, if you're still curious or if you're just a fan of bad acting and want a good laugh, skip through to the last few minutes to where Kate is faced with the challenge of re-enacting Christine Chubbuck's final moments. SPOILER: Kate has a meltdown. A big fat, overly rehearsed, poorly acted tantrum worthy of The Room. Repeatedly, she balks at completing the scene in which Christine shoots herself. Suddenly, the prop gun and fake blood become too much for the alleged actress/suspected zombie to handle. "I can't do it... You have to tell me WHY you want to see it!" she shouts. Ahem... Kate, it's your JOB and you're being PAID to do it. But I digress... Kate eventually aims the prop gun at the camera and goes on a minute long tirade ending in a weird moment of silence, followed by Kate rolling her eyes and sulkily saying "F*** it. It's all bulls*** anyway" and then finally turning the prop gun on herself. When she pulls the trigger, at a moment when she should be rendered incapacitated by a bullet, Kate gasps and sort of sets down the gun and places her arms on the table before letting her head drop; assuming the pose of a school kid sleeping on his desk. Definitely one of the worst death scenes ever acted :) You would expect that to be the end of the movie... BUT NO! THERE'S MORE! After a dramatic pause, Kate sits up again covered in fake blood and resumes her hysterics. "There, are you happy now?" she questions the audience before calling us "all a bunch of f***ing sadists". So... am I happy now? Well, I was one of the silly people who watched the entire movie; sitting through 2 hours of moping building up to a climax of insults. So no, I'm not happy. Not everyone who types the name "Christine Chubbuck" is searching for a clip of her blowing her brains out on live 온라인카지노추천, and the film makers are, in my opinion, a**holes for lumping everyone into that same category. There were a few, very brief moments in which persons who both knew and worked with Christine Chubbuck are interviewed; however, those interviews are unsuccessful in redeeming this film as a whole. Wanting to learn about Christine, her history, her life, her personality, her demons, her motives, etc. I got nothing out of this production. But the ending is still good for a laugh (if that's the only part you watch)

The kid can act and I'm worried for her well being. Might need a new career choice

A remarkable film. You've got to watch "Christine" too.

Kate is not Christine.

As one of two movies in 2016 dealing with the on-air suicide of newscaster Christine Chubbuck in July 1974, Kate Plays Christine takes the opposite approach to Antonio Campos's Christine. It's fascinating to see a film document the process of an actor getting into character and the mental toll that it takes on her, especially when the film refuses to focus on what can easily be sensationalized and romanticized within the story at hand. It's an interesting exploration of the intersection of art and reality, but this is a documentary that seems to not trust its audience. Its directorial choices become distracting and the film feels increasingly false as a result, occasionally contradicting its own message. The documentary follows actor Kate Lyn Sheil as she prepares to play Christine Chubbuck, a Florida news anchor that infamously committed suicide live on-air in the summer of 1974, a few weeks shy of her thirtieth birthday. Kate attempts to replicate Christine's look and goes to Sarasota, Florida to get into her headspace, visiting places like a local bar that she went to and the gun store where she bought the revolver used to kill herself. She talks to those in the community to discuss the legacy--or lack thereof--tied to the incident and finds Christine's old co-workers for some anecdotal information. There's a good amount of stuff that works here but mostly towards the first half as the movie becomes more and more misguided. At first the film does a good job at illustrating its intentions without being excessive. We see Kate go about the transformation process both physically and emotionally in a way that doesn't feel intrusive and makes her intentions clear to the viewer. Greene's direction includes some engaging editing choices that aren't seen too much, blurring scenes together, and has a good eye for what shots to get. But most of all, the film's central conceit--an actor's growing obsession with their work--is what sticks out. The editing and context of some scenes make it unclear if it's Kate talking or Kate talking as Christine, and playing with the audience to illustrate the line between the real and the fake is interesting. Where Kate Plays Christine falls apart is in the direction. The movie makes such a big deal about not wanting to reduce Christine Chubbuck to just her death, but we don't get any real explanation of her life besides one or two conversations. She's almost always defined by her death, which is the exact attitude that the movie is condemning. Given that the film focuses almost all of its runtime on Kate, there isn't really enough room to explore who Christine was as a woman. In addition to this, the presence of Robert Greene as a director increases and makes for an uneven and unsure final product. For example, there's one scene where Kate is shown swimming in the ocean wearing her Christine wig, which keeps coming off. There's one point where she goes to get it back, but we hear Greene behind the camera saying, "Just let it sink," as he zooms in for a shot of the wig falling about two feet to the sand. There are also several points where you can tell that Greene had to get reverse shots and multiple angles of a scene that would be impossible to get without interfering with those onscreen or asking for them to do something again. Things like this make the movie feel less real. We also see clips of the film that Kate is starring in, but those do nothing but add a sense of cheesiness to the experience since what's being shown is melodramatic and cheap-looking. Interviews with other actors in the film feel expendable and instead belong in a behind the scenes featurette of the film being made. The big issue, though, is the final scene. The film verbalizes its thought that we all saw this documentary just because we like to romanticize tragedy. Not only is this a generalization, but it's an insulting generalization. To say that your audience only watches your work because they want to see the recreation of a suicide is cynical, and it doesn't help when you yourself have made Christine Chubbuck's suicide the most defining aspect of her existence. The scene itself is also heavy-handed in execution. So although Kate Plays Christine has a lot to say and says some of it in interesting and even effective ways, it's a documentary that doesn't seem to trust itself and therefore contradicts its own rhetoric. Greene's direction makes for something frustrating instead of insightful, and although the journey is interesting at points, in retrospect, it feels like this is a movie that was intent on trolling its audience. 6.4/10, okay, C+, average, etc.

I would give it negative stars based on how offensive a film it is. Sure, it was partially my mistake for not seeing that it's supposed to be a "documentary", however it is no such thing anyway. It is a sad excuse for a statement. They are ironically exploiting this woman's suicide and maybe trying to come from an edgy angle accusing the audience of coming thinking they're hoping to see the footage? That's what I *think* they're getting at, but I'll be too busy throwing up all night and waking up with a regret hangover after wasting my life watching this to give it any more thought. It was so bad it prompted me to create an attempt to add to the one-star reviews in the hopes that maybe a few people will be saved from this vulgar, sad excuse of a film. The main actress is guilty of not only terrible acting, but also making light of a heavy subject in all the wrong ways.

A film that thinks more of itself than it really is, which is simply a pretentious and meandering exercise that rarely goes beyond the documentary's obsession with this horrific act (ironic given the hilariously pretentious and embarrassingly staged finale). The story of Chubbick is fascinating, but this isn't really about investigating this, but more questioning why people are so obsessed with seeing what happened (the answer: they're not!)

Robert Greene is undoubtedly the most interesting documentary filmmaker working right now and his second film in a row to investigate performance through creation and reception is a master class in the artistic process. The film builds layer upon layer of what it means to create while also questions the expectations of the audience. By the end, he co-ops his subject's thesis of chastising our need for exploitation but does it in a way that deepens our understanding instead of merely blowing it up. Best doc of the year.

I was so excited to see this film. It did not live up to my expectations. In fact it was so pretentious that I left feeling very angry. This film really has nothing to do with Christine Chubbuck. The filmmakers want you to believe they are doing something deep and layered but really this film is paper thin.

this film made me want to ask for my money back. and the last time I felt this way was at The Flintstones.

I appreciate what the filmmaker was trying to do, and the concept was interesting, but this felt like an exercise in documentary making when you have absolutely no material. It was indulgently long and there were pointless sequences of Kate wandering slowly or looking out to sea. If it had been half an hour shorter I may have not been so frustrated at the complete lack of payoff. This film was trying to build to something but it just fizzed out.

An interesting and clever approach to telling a story, but ultimately one that fails. The reenactments were so bad and cheesy, but it wasn't until after hearing the director talk that I realised this was intentional. Needed a wink to camera for this to work. Perhaps a little too clever for its own good, and a little too artificial for a documentary. Thought provoking nevertheless.

Painful but enthralling !