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Airshaft Genre: Experimental Single fixed-camera take looking from within darkened room, (camera within a camera) out through fire-escape door into vertical space between rears of downtown N. Y. loft buildings. A potted plant, fallen sheet of white paper, cat rests on the foreground door-ledge. The flow of the image is interrupted, partially and then wholly dissolving into blackness; the picture reemerges, the objects smear, somewhat double, edges break up... and again the serene image scintillatingly looms into view. Focus shifts abruptly between foregroun and background planes, creating a strong volume-illusion. The fragile image then shines forth for one last time before dying out. --K. J. Rental: $30.00 |
Baud'larian Capers Genre: Experimental Bob Fleischner was an open and shut case. Utterly open, utterly unfathomable. It took awhile to fixate on him but then I got drawn in. --K. J. Rental: $90.00 (16mm), $60.00 (DVD NTSC) |
Blonde Cobra Genre: Experimental Featuring Jack Smith *Images gathered by Bob Fleischner, sound-film composed by Ken Jacobs. "Jack says I made the film too heavy. It was his and Bob's intention to create light monster-movie comedy. Two comedies, actually, two separate stories that were being shot simultaneously until they had a falling-out over who should pay for the raw stock destroyed in a fire started when Jack's cat knocked over a candle: Jack claimed it was an act of God. in the winter of '59 Bob showed me the footage. Having no idea of the original story plans I was able to view the material not as the fragments of a failure, of two failures, but as the makings a new entirety. Bob gave over the footage to me and with it the freedom to develop it as I saw fit. I think it was in late 1960 that Jack and I ignored our personal animosities long enough to record his words and songs for the sound track. The phrases he repeated into the tape recorder were mostly ones I'd at some time heard him say; most were pet phrases he loved to recite, over and over, his lessons. A very few I made up in his stlye. The procedure for recording his monologues and songs. I played him selections from my 78 collection, music from the '20's and '30's, sometimes only the beginning of a record and if he liked it would restart the record and immediately record. I don't think there was a second take of anything Any lack of clarity is due to the very second-rate equipment, third-rate, fourth-rate, we were using. I play the harp for the Madame Nescience monologue. Jack supplied the Arabic music, there's also some SAFARI IN HIFI; a Villa-Lobos string quartet speeded up; a haunting section of a children's 45. . . 'Baby Wants To Sleep". A small amount of my own previous shooting was cut into the film, the short 'drowning in newscience' color sequence near the beginning. BLONDE COBRA is an erratic narrative -no, not really a narrative, it's only stretched out in time for convenience of delivery. It's a look in on an exploding life, on a man of imagination suffering pre-fashionable lower East Side deprivation and consumed with American 1950's, 40's, 30's disgust. Silly, self-pitying, guilt-structured and yet triumphing-on one level-over the situation with style, because he's unapologetically gifted, has a genius for courage, knows that a state of indignity can serve to show his character in sharpest relief. He carries on, states his presence for what it is. Does all he can to draw out our condemnation, testing our love for limits, . . . enticing us into an absurd moral posture the better to dismiss us with a regal 'screw-=off'." -K. J. Projected quarterly at The Anthology Film Archives of New York Rental: $90.00 |
Capitalism: Slavery Genre: experimental Keywords: political_social activism An antique stereograph image of cotton-pickers, computer-animated to present the scene in an active depth even to single-eyed viewers. Silent, mournful, brief. Rental: $75.00 |
Chronometer Genre: Experimental (first Nervous Magic Lantern piece .. single light-source, no film-drive) Music: "Chronometer" by Harrison Birtwistle, stereo-2 track greatly enhanced by playing as 5.1 "virtual surround." Keep level comfortably loud. *Throbbing light not for persons afflicted with epilepsy. "The movie projector's a kind of clock", Ed Bachelor said. Somewhere inside the machine beats a Piranesi space, shaped and given dimension by a string of exposures of a seated woman undulating gravity-free. Who is the alluring lady of this filmstrip tease? I call her Dinah, because the name contains a D, an N, and an A. Dinah Ovum! She is waiting, she is confident, she is radioing for help. Her message: "Let us gestate, love." Rental: $65.00 |
Disorient Express Genre: Experimental This is not formalist cinema; order interests me only to the extent that it can provide experience. Watch the flat screen give way to some kind of 3-D thrust, look for impossible depth inversions, for jeweled splendor, for CATscans of the brain. I'm banking on this film reviving a yen for expanded consciousness. -K. J. Rental: $90.00 |
 The Doctor's Dream Genre: Experimental THE DOCTOR'S DREAM, not the title of the found film as originally made for television... the editing device was to count the number of shots and start the film off with numerically middle shot and then, after that, the shot that had preceded it, and the shot that had followed it, and keep fanning further and further out until you saw the first shot of the film followed by the last shot, which was of the painting the movie is based on... It's called 'The Doctor;' it's in the Tate Gallery in London... and it has an interesting subliminal image appropriate to my discovery, via this reconstruction, of the real story of the film. A powerful sexual event was hidden within its banality. Maybe without intention, but it's what was gripping in the movie, if ever the movie was gripping. And now in the painting, seen from a little distance, the doctor contemplates the sleeping girl with, you don't have to agree with me, his curled fist doubling as a penis entering his mouth (I'm sad to find myself so constrained in my speech)... Maybe this is the traditional method of smuggling forbidden information, hot stuff, through customs from unadmitting mind to unadmitting mind. --K. J. Rental: $69.00 |
Globe Genre: Experimental (previously titled: EXCERPT FROM THE RUSSIAN REVOLUTION) Normal Projection. Flat image (of snowbound suburban housing tract) blossoms into 3D only when viewer places Eye Opener before the right eye. (Keeping both eyes open, of course. As with all stereo experiences, center seats are best. Space will deepen as one views further from the screen.) The found-sound is X-ratable (not for children or Nancy Reagan) but is important to the film's perfect balance (GLOBE is symmetrical) of divine and profane. --K. J. Rental: $66.00 |
Insistent Clamor Genre: Experimental Brief sound at end, please keep volume high. *Throbbing light not for persons afflicted with epilepsy. A mysterious terrain goes through changes, suggesting but never quite stating a submerged presence. Music (by Margaret Shelton Meier) briefly heard at very end. Rental: $250.00 |
Jerry Takes a Back Seat, Then Passes Out of the Picture Genre: Experimental In an earlier film, STAR SPANGLED TO DEATH, I demonstrated how the cosmos turns on the fact of Jerry Sims. I'd been attending his school-of-scuffed-shoes majoring in Simsism. One day scuffing midtown (or were we strolling on the capsizing Titanic?) the master was pulling choice items from pockets stuffed with obituary pages when we met his father. Popeye doesn't chance upon Pappy and let things pass. Jerry was flailing and spitting, disassociatively screaming small talk at him as the old man turned to politely aghast me: "Look at him. He had the brains of an Einstein. He could draw all the funnies. What happened?" olive Oyl might've replied, "If we knew the answer to that we'd know the answer to everything!"Later I'd veer off just as the answer was coming to me. It'd taken on the shape of The Black Hole. A Black Hole approaches in a curious way, edges dropping away until it gets to you. I got the idea and I graduated. --K. J. Rental: $33.00 |
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