Memory of Red
It’s really endlessly frustrating to me when a <PERSON> film (impossibly textured, deeply engaged with film form in really exciting and fresh ways) inevitably ends up becoming a <PERSON> film (lines go brrrrrrr), feels like just starting to lose yourself in a <PERSON> when suddenly it’s a <PERSON>. I like both, but the whole point is that one is overpowering in its subtleties and hidden depths and the other is hard-edged, loud and surface level (not in a philosophical sense necessarily but a flatly aesthetic one), and so often they don’t really comment on or constructively add to each other, cuz how or why would they be expected to? The film that followed this one in tonight’s screening, Barva (not on tMDB/LB at the time of this writing), on the other hand, gave me an unexpected amount of meaningful points of conversation between the complexity and nuance of <PERSON> the experimental filmmaker engaged with the process of making art within the world and the whirling abstract beauty ranging from serene to frenetic of <PERSON> the animator, with none of the tacky goofiness of <PERSON> the wannabe psych rock music video director - easily a highlight of the program, really beautiful stuff 80