
I saw the film Precious: Based on the Novel "Push" by Sapphire under unusual circumstances. My school was hosting a screening of Precious with an inferior copy of the film: the aspect ratio had been pan and scanned, the image quality was blurred and indistinct, and the volume was left at an earshatteringly loud level throughout the whole screening. Bizarrely though, I think all these setbacks might have ultimately benefited the movie. In reviews of Precious, I've seen the movie accused of overt sentimentality, melodrama, and a purposeful desire to warm hearts and elicit tears. If these accusations have some truth to them, that truth was all but nonexistent in the low quality copy of Precious that I saw. Precious, in the format screened by my college, is as emotionally draining a film as Requiem for a Dream or Grave of the Fireflies. The bleary and cropped video presentation stripped away the film's intended cinematic gloss and replaced it with a visual presence akin to old home video recordings. The inadvertently created effect was an almost uncomfortable intimacy with the proceedings onscreen, and its spell was only broken when the film occasionally veered into fantasy. Further enhancing the stiflingly close atmosphere that the screening's video unintentionally begat was the screening's loudness which was so piercing and intense that any sentimentality the film might have provoked was wiped away and replaced with a deep-seated, jittery unease in the audience. I would have to view the film again in its intended format before I passed final judgment on it, but grading solely the copy of the movie I saw, Precious is as disturbing and moving a film as they come, and is one of 2009's best movies.

