30 hand picked films. A new one every day
One of Baillie’s sensuous tone poems, Tung is a portrait of a friend; sandy skin and flaxen hair in the early-morning light.
Without words, without sound but not without meaning. She exists. Reminded me often of the Mickey Knox snake bite visions from Natural Born Killers. This predates it by 30 years or so.
Mysterious and magic like.