Wavelength separates the intellectual from the experiential. More happens as you react to the film. Wavelength needs to be seen in order for it to be meaningful, unlike narrative films that don’t rely on its audience for artistic merit.

I was fully engaged by Wavelength. I watched it, but never felt so. I took everything in and yet nothing was processed. Not that I didn’t try. Throughout the film there was everything for me to perceive but nothing for me to identify with intellectually. When the film ended I felt as though I could watch it again and learn nothing new and would experience the same thing. However, those experiences would probably provoke or stimulate me just as they did the first time—a likely argument as to why the film is so successful.

For me, immersing myself in Wavelength suggests a never ending cycle of patience that I just cannot grasp. Its about feeling and absorbing the absence of nature and humanity; a form of meditation which I cannot value. The film, I feel, is too much of a stretch for me to place any significant meaning…