Instead, The Dissident has a random, hectic rhythm.
A better lesson might be taken from the late author David Foster Wallace who in 2006 captured the hectic rhythm of the modern game in a breathless, soaring essay titled Roger Federer as Religious Experience.
The story -- involving a young man named Krimo's infatuation with Lydia, who has the lead in the play -- is a bit haphazard, and some of the scenes have the hectic rhythm of undisciplined improvisation, but the film nonetheless has a lively democratic spirit wonderfully embodied by its lively cast.
Cherry's work is virtually consumed with the translation of hectic rhythm into fixed images, while his subjects have a Whitmanesque acceptance of themselves in their hairy and imperfect glory.
Just as the world they depict is, for all its hectic quotidian rhythms, governed by invisible norms and patterns of behavior, so are the films, for all the breezy haphazardness with which they unfold, governed by a fierce formal intelligence and a classical sense of symmetry.
Instead, true to its quirky, combative title, it weaves art of varying dates and media into a hectic, fractured, twisted rhythm, with theatrical images of disturbance, disguise and struggle recurring throughout.
Jaay cuts, pastes and switches filters astutely, her hectic but attuned rhythm spotlighting almost meaningful bits of urban flotsam, such as the golden mannequin torso she lugs around, and making sure Beijing Being never degenerates into twentysomething mumblecore mush.
As Ellison later put it, the "mistaken notion" of his teachers was that "classical music had nothing to do with the rhythms, relaxed or hectic, of daily living".
"Art School Confidential," in contrast, is indifferent to the niceties of framing, lighting and narrative rhythm, as muddled and hectic as a student art project pulled off in a single, desperate, caffeine-fueled all-nighter.
Following my own internal rhythms rather than the hectic pace of the city was a relief.
The rhythm of my life is so hectic -- with three children's carpools to juggle, a job and a dog who looks heartbroken if he doesn't get a daily hike -- that the last thing I have time for is the slow repetition of puncturing fabric with thread, one stitch at a time.
