Clean, Shaven puts the viewer inside schizophrenia through sound design alone; Keane does it again in something close to real time. Kerrigan's small, exacting films follow minds at the edge with total commitment and zero sentimentality.
William Keane is barely able to cope. It has been six months since his six-year-old daughter was abducted from New York City’s Port Authority Bus Terminal while traveling with him.
Both chart the moral and psychological dissolution of men within New York's unforgiving urban landscape, obsessive, unflinching portraiture of spiritual emptiness.
Shared fascination with damaged male interiority, guilt, and the claustrophobia of conscience, cinema as psychological prison.
Both emerged from 1990s American independent circuit, low budgets, high psychological intensity, rejection of Hollywood narrative comfort.
Both use fragmented narrative and visual abstraction to capture fractured consciousness, the mind as unreliable narrator of its own dissolution.