“Inuits had 170 words for snow and ice”, Mettler says, for 170 differentiated avatars of water found in frozen state. At a closer look every monotony becomes a spectacle, a systematic botany of glacial nosegays. The seen demands classification. Or is it the vocabulary that, image absent, fulfills the function of the memory and hatches verbal polaroids for chance encounters with the elements? One's left excited by the
After seeing Gambling, Gods end LSD and his newest addition the End of Time, you can clearly see how he developed and perfected a documentary style that I deeply enjoy. Not his best but high above average.