The Untutored Eye is returned to us through Brakhage's filmography; the experience of his films remind me of being a young child and I would hold an object close to my face alternatively closing one eye. I didn't understand why I could suddenly see more or less of the object depending on which eye was closed, and it felt like magic. Obviously, this wonder didn't last beyond my toddler years. Brakhage's films bring back the small wonder I would have…
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Goodbye, Dragon Inn 2003
A funeral for cinema; a procession in which the experience of watching is sacredly honored, remembered, as well as bastardized. Nobody goes to the cinema anymore, not really. The ticket-seller/janitor lumbers through the corridors of the theater, almost Minotaur-like in her maze, while the rain pours down and defiles the architecture. Cruising, ghosts, relics in forgotten rooms, and B-movie posters litter these halls; people are dwarfed by the crumbling temple that is the cinema as they mourn silently or squirm…
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