all along the hallway are the runes of passing dead everything from lover 's initials two or three innocuous letters to paranoiac screeds to lonely profanities devoid of context it 's all carved gorged into the soft walls with a scrabbled desperation a need to leave a mark on the world she wonders if the impulse is so different from that of the filmmaker 's whose work is shown here to this crowd they 're diverse to say the least an odd mix of film enthusiasts come for the underground or foreign cinema and junkies come to shoot up in the back row where they can lay unmolested all day long all day long as long as they have a ticket they lay there blissed out before the almighty screen .