Like a (much) more naturalistic Paranoid Park, Putty Hill shows the aftermath of a young man's death from overdose on his family and friends. Porterfield uses interviews recurrently, blurring the line between fiction and documentary, but mostly lets the images speak for themselves. There is a pervasive wistfulness felt through the images of a middle-class Baltimore that looks like it could be the basis for a prequel of The Wire, if only you took out all the activism of that show (which means it really wouldn't be The Wire) and replaced it with Sofia Coppola's view of the suburbs in The Virgin Suicides.***
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