The fluid yet aggressive nature of these images created a series of contradictory sensations for me as I witnessed (watched seems too tame) the rhythmic haunting flow of colors. To ELUTRIATE, to cleanse, to wash away the register of representational reality — just as filmmaker Chris Marker so often does in the realm of the abstracted zone where he asks us to allow the politics of daily life to remain but to exist on a different shelf of our consciousness.
I agree with Lynne’s comment about the aggressive quality of the imagery. I would challenge the filmmaker to consider alternative soundtracks that are perhaps less conventional or expected. The existing soundtrack, while effective, seems a little cliche to me — an abstract electronic score that serves to emphasize the processed, electronically manipulated imagery. What sort of soundtrack might work here? Perhaps something unexpected and in contrast to the highly processed images: A jazz score? The ambience of a country meadow? Maybe even the sounds of the filmmakers own breathing or heartbeat to draw the parallel between the individual and the community. Just something to think about…
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