I JUST finished watching Patterns 3, and wow, what an ending to this series. The split-screen musical approach to seemingly deeply meditated quirkiness was marvelously satisfying. And that last scene... what a note to close on!
After watching the visually astounding Patterns 1 & 2 on MUBI.com, I found out the trilogy was available on DVD and immediately bought it, eagerly anticipated its arrival in the mail, then ecstatically viewed the films. The Patterns Trilogy was stylishly and disquietingly delightful, while The Saddest Boy in the World and Why the Anderson Children Didn't Come to Dinner were almost luridly, comically... lugubrious? All seem to exude an astounding attention to detail. To echo and expand upon comments you'll find on the DVD case, I'd describe the work in this collection being close to the outcome of David Lynch meets Wes Anderson meets Edward Gorey meets J. Crew, but decide for yourself! If you have high tolerance for ambiguity and/or a predilection for artsy/experimental film, it's worth venturing into the world of Jamie Travis.
