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Putty Hill

Matthew Porterfield’s Putty Hill is a game-changer in local cinema—a deeply arresting, gorgeous indie movie that puts a spotlight on Baltimore that is neither camp nor crime. Before the beginning of the movie, a man has died. Drugs, it seems. The movie is about the dozen or so people close—or maybe not even that close—to him and how they react. And through a brave, formal, faux-documentary stylistic twist, we get a fractured snapshot of how one person can be much more than the sum of his parts. We’ve said it before, but it bears repeating: This is the movie Gus Van Sant wishes he could make.

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