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"The Ant Hill, the latest James Fotopoulos thing. Trading his abject ooze for an almost classical play form, Ant Hill recounts the rise and fall of a messiah. Lensed with a very lo-fi camcorder trained on a less-than-bare-bones set of folding chairs, the movie frames one mulleted man as he evolves from street clothes and monogamy to fakey robe, beard, and harem, with copious interjections of nude, wriggling bodies. It's as rich with ambition as anything the director has done, with quotational acting, camera and microphone noise mitigations, and odd spurts of animations... "
- The Village Voice
2004, digital video, 60min, color, sound stereo
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