It’s exciting to see Shyamalan on such confident footing once more, all these years later.
As the opening credits roll, we see the man prepare for his day in close-up. He wets his hair and slicks it back with styling product. He ties his tie, does up his pants and puts on a suit coat, making sure the handkerchief in the breast pocket is nice and square. He knots the laces of his leather shoes, and after all of this, he's ready to face the day. Then director Thomas Wirthensohn shows us the entirety of the man against his surroundings. This man, who looks quite dapper after the process, has been going through his morning routine in a public restroom.
His name is Mark Reay, a man in his early 50s who has been homeless for five or maybe six years. He isn't certain about the time frame. Who could blame him?
He sleeps in a tiny alcove on the roof of an apartment building in Manhattan where one of his friends lives. The friend, who gave Reay a key to the building so he could look after the apartment whenever the friend is on vacation, doesn't know this, and whenever Reay walks into that building (or another one across the street where he has a secondary rooftop shelter), he has to make sure no one sees him climb the stairs to the roof. He seems less worried about some stranger calling the police than he is about the friend seeing him. "It would be awkward," he says.
Reay is the subject of "Homme Less," a documentary that follows him over the course of two years of his day-to-day life. He spends his days walking the streets, taking photographs of pretty women dressed with a certain sense of fashion for a "street styles" section of a magazine.