A poetic essay. An Algerian soldier wanders through Algiers and the countryside, whilst a voiceover of the soldier's mother laments his death.
Locked away but not away; somewhere nearby but unreachable, a periphery so notfaroff it's always in sight.
This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.
Hiding inside&out, writhing about, taken out&in.
The final 17 years of American singer and musician Karen Carpenter, performed almost entirely by modified Barbie dolls.
Return to 'burn' only to find out you're already in that urn.
(Some of us) Still run down the same [mental&emotional] streets we revered/reproached/replaced as children.
This fantastical movie inspired by the music of Michael Jackson features imaginative interpretations of hit tracks from the iconic 1987 album “Bad”.
August 2019. Frank recognizes his own story of twenty years ago in a recently published book. He remembers Marie, with whom he had a relationship before she moved to the United States and disappeared from his life. Frank sets out in search of her and finds himself in a USA petrified by a heat wave and lost in suspicion and political paranoia. He heads into the desert in pursuit of Marie.
An anthology of one-minute films created by 51 international filmmakers on the theme of the death of cinema. Intended as an ode to 35mm, the film was screened one time only on a purpose-built 20x12 meter public cinema screen in the Port of Tallinn, Estonia, on 22 December 2011. A special projector was constructed for the event which allowed the actual filmstrip to be burnt at the same time as the film was shown.
Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.
Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.
Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).
Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.
Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.
Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.
It's time the times met each other over & over.
Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.
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