Director: Lewis Klahr
Lewis Klahr applies Barthe's dictum that ‘camera's are clocks for seeing' in this slippery, sad pop elegy about having lived.
Picture book fragments rearrange to construct a meditation on colour, texture and form, creating the ‘Exquisite Corpse'. ... More »
In one wide shot, a tranquil pastorale unfolds in miniature, but narration is never without meta-narrative. ... More »
A Deep Throat for the mind. ... More »
Gravity is added to a commonplace room with choreographed slow motion, simultaneously filling and emptying it. ... More »