Now THAT is color! And light from color in a way that is very rare outside of painting (it is simply rare in painting). This must be an immensely influential film; I could see and hear the DNA of so many filmmakers flowing out of this one, David Lynch, especially. In turn, it flowed from so much in such a rich way: Whitman, Léger, Man Ray, William Carlos Williams, Sheeler, Demuth . . . Thanks, Fandor!
I've never seen anything like this before but it was certainly interesting. There wasn't much to it really. A TV screen doesn't do it justice, I'll admit, but it went on for a fair bit longer than I felt it needed to. I've had worse 10 minutes though, in fairness.
A real transformation of the senses, and one of the most tactile films my eyes have touched recently. Like most films of its kind, however, the affect wears a little thin at points. I kind of feel that these films are best kept the length of a tight pop song, or the duration before the tantalizing taste and texture of a good dish becomes commonplace on the tongue.