A survey of the physical qualities and metaphysical quandaries of the United States-Mexico border. Follows the boundary and its immediate surrounding topography incrementally from the Gulf of Mexico to the Pacific Ocean.
Beautiful absurdity. To watch this film is both a treat for the eyes and a debacle to contemplate. The colors and images were marvelous; the notion of a fence of such rusted magnitude was bewildering. My favourite border indication was the row of tiny red flags in a field...
I know how to read a film, I don't have the vocab to read visual art. Treating this as an installation, I couldn't keep still long enough for one sitting, but this was an in-fucking-credible silently-raging-but-tranquil feast. I want it on replay on a plasma screen on the walls of my home.
Where I found "Psychohydrography" to be mesmerizing both visually and audibly this left me completely flat. There was a distance/disinterest to the shots that struck me as the maker going through the motions without any attachment to what his camera was pointing at. A real disappointment.
This might be considered Peter Bo Rappamund's most political film by virtue of its framing the US / Mexico border culture as a de-peopled, innocent landscape; a tabula rasa upon which can be inscribed the residue of human drama and the contestation of space that inform are knowledge of this landscape. It is a beautiful movie and a solemn one. We are swallowed up by space upon which we seek to assert our dominion.