
Few films wield the awesome spiritual power of Jazz Dance, on which Leacock was one of two cameramen charting the slow, smoldering build of a Manhattan dance club from idle space to explosive, carnal bacchanal. Employing handheld cameras, limited light and sheer proximity, the film achieved an intimacy never before witnessed in a documentary.
8.4
7.0
6.6
7.3
6.9
7.1
7.1
7.3
6.8
8.9
7.9
7.7
8.0
8.4
6.8
7.5
6.9
8.1