Jay Myself

In the end, the viewer might find herself both feeling the loss at the center of Maisel and Wilkes's letting-go process and craving a similar grotto of her own.

Whether this is all for the sake of art or not, it can be too nauseating to peer into from the outside.

Wilke views his old mentor with affection, but with a supreme awareness of what a crazy-charismatic crank he can be.

It's a fun journey.

A fascinating look at an artist's life.

Jay Maisel's former home suggests a bastion of creativity in a neighborhood whose rough edges have been completely sanded down.

The movie doesn't explore the deep psychological issues that led to [Jay] Maisel's hoarding.

Maisel is a lovable curmudgeon, and I feel fortunate to have discovered him through this film.

An ode to the artist and his city, Jay Myself may just make you stop and recognize beauty in a random light pattern, or in the way dust blankets an old photo.

[Stephen] Wilkes includes ample examples of [Jay] Maisel's work, which serve as powerful reminders of why we want to spend time watching and listening to a man who claims that he doesn't take photographs. Photographs take him, he says.