Imagine a collection of peoples' consciousnesses, like float tanks, that you could pick from, spend an hour in... That's what this was like. A place to drift, let yourself be comfortably enveloped. Someone else's dream, with scraps of poetry (“the purpose of death is the release of love”...) Not extraordinary, but calming, conducive to rest, maybe regeneration. Even if her dog makes mine look like an underachiever...
An exercise in retroactive lamentation, cycling backwards to locate the point of our tragedy. At least that's the 9/11 paranoia, the canine reverie is all prescience, an understanding that the tragedy doesn't undermine all history. Anderson's response is a little stoic, spiritual for me to feel, but aesthetically this is a defined and personal vision.
Arghhh, the female narrator has to be one of the most irritating I've ever heard and not that there is anything of value to begin with, but she manages to make this unwatchable. Visually, it has some good segments. Whilst it does cover othet topics, I've always been baffled by people's desire to keep animals as pets just for their enjoyment.
Laurie Anderson, die Ikone der 80er, der New Wave, wurde gebeten, einen Kurzfilm über ihre Lebensphilosophie zu drehen und lehnte entschieden ab. Lieber inszeniere sie einen Film über ihren Hund. Der Film, den die Multimedia-Künstlerin über ihren Hund gemacht hat, ist eine Meditation über das Leben und den Tod geworden... mehr auf cinegeek.de