I just had the pleasure of hosting an oh-so-very intimate screening of Joe Swanberg's newest film, HANNAH TAKES THE STAIRS, at my apartment. What made the event even more special is that Mr. Swanberg himself officially turned twenty-five at the midway point of the screening. Happy birthday, hotshot.
Seriously, when I was twenty-five, I was too constipated with insecurity and confusion--and alcohol--to be even remotely close to making a feature film. But Joe just turned twenty-five and he just finished his third. Like I said, happy birthday, hotshot.
As someone who has made a film, I understand that the number one enemy of a filmmaker is hype and irrational expectation. So for me to speak glowingly about HANNAH ON THE STAIRS would automatically, subconsciously build a heightened state of expectation in your mind and would already start you on the path to letdown. It would be the worst thing ever for Joe and his movie.
On the other hand, if I don't say anything about it, then I will create a subconscious state of disappointment, which you won't fully comprehend until after you've watched the movie and your falsely constructed high expectations haven't been met. Either way, I'm fucked.
(Don't worry, I'm aware that none of this is making sense.)
In conclusion, I will respect Joe's wishes and instead point you in the direction of the film's production journal and let that speak for itself. I will say that it captures the energy and enthusiasm and spirit and heart of the finished product, and since you won't be seeing the film for a while, you should take what you can get...