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26 Ratings

Glen Falls Sequence

Directed by Douglass Crockwell
United States, 1937
Animation, Avant-Garde, Short


Starting in the late 1930s, illustrator and experimental animator Douglass Crockwell created a series of short abstract animated films at his home in Glen Falls, New York.

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Glen Falls Sequence
Directed by Douglass Crockwell
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  • El Biffo's rating of the film Glen Falls Sequence

    The title is incorrect, both on MUBI and Vimeo databases. It is missing an "S", it should be Glens falls, which is not just any town in upstate NY, it is a breathtaking point on the Hudson River, where I grew up from 1966-71. Last Of The Mohicans(1920) was filmed there. The missing "s' affects the database and is just wrong, please fix it. Glens Falls itself is not pictured in this lovely abstract animated film.

  • Karthik's rating of the film Glen Falls Sequence

    A defiance of interpretation? An anarchic self-delight in hopping between different techniques, modes (symbolic, narrative, abstract) & genres (Passion play, Slasher, Sociobiology(the sexual competition sequence))? Animation that wants to find a space beyond flatness that is not just usual 3D representation (those globs of paint!)? What is this weird unicorn of a film that irritates & delights in equal measure?

  • Bitė's rating of the film Glen Falls Sequence

    like being at some point where you can see yourself out from yourself, your own meat, vessels, dreams, thoughts. even more the process of thinking. weird.

  • răpciune's rating of the film Glen Falls Sequence

    When a figurative language exerts its capabilities to describe a situation or happening in terms of life in movement, we're close to personification. Prosopopoeia as the (in)direct speech of the incorporeal or the lifeless lies at the core of myth and almost all poetic w(r)it – the mind turns the material somnolence in an imaginary zoetic realm, where doorknobs speak and heavens give advice. Crockwell plays with the