well, it certainly lived up to it's name...Nelson's montage love letter to her young daughter (guess her name) predates "my life in the bush of ghosts" use of repetition as groove by 12 years, and trance music by decades (here she had help by minimalist master Steve Reich)...we've all had those moments where a word suddenly seems alien, haven't we? just short enough not to be an endurance test, verdict...i like it!
Interesting, but kind of a migraine-inducing.. not good for anxiety either. Like a low tier Deren x Tscherkassky. Might be good for sampling if I were a music producer. Somewhere along the middle it already sounds like a paranormal incantation. Surprisingly Steve Reich is responsible for sound.
i'm rly sad now b/c i miss my bosnian coworker una who's one of the kindest people i have ever met and once said the nicest thing anyone has ever told me: "i'm going to miss you. i don’t want you to leave. you’re like a stone in my pocket and i can’t get rid of you."
"Throughout the entire film, the girl, compulsively and as if in awe. repeats her name, until it becomes a magic incantation of self-realization."--Amos Vogel. Such poppycock, in fact the sentence doesn't even make sense let along pertain to this haggard old standby in the experimental catalog. With the exception of its soundtrack, it's fascist in process and vapid in any meaningful offerings. Visual blather.