Wild Sound

I have seen Sans Soleil
probably about a dozen times and each time it is a new film to me. The
narrator’s voice is so soothing, so monotone, so packed with
philosophical observations that I tend to completely space out for 10,
15, 20 minutes at a time while watching this film, every time. So
despite my many viewings, I think I have yet to really see the whole
thing. Each time something new jumps out at me, something that I’d
never heard or noticed before. Sure, there are a few things that I
remember on each viewing–the museum of penis statues, for example, or
the temple of cats, or the troupe of Japanese teenagers who perform an
odd dance each week in some square. But for the most part the film is
still undiscovered territory for me. From last night’s viewing, where I
projected a new print (’projected’ being used loosely here, as the HFA
projectionist splices all the reels onto one enormous reel for me and
threads it through the machine, so all I do is flip a series of
switches and go get him if there’s a problem), there were a few things
that jumped out at me. Perhaps when watching a film this dense, with so
many images and ideas flying past you, the things that stick in your
mind reveal more about your state of mind than about the film itself:

Filed by cynthia rockwell at 7:21 pm under Just Movies
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In the past few days I have seen each of the former ape roommates in my neighborhood. The first I saw on the basketball courts (where I was working on my jump shot from behind the paint in three-pointville, natch) and the other I just saw today on the street. He engaged me in conversation for quite some time and actually was quite entertaining and had me laughing my ass off. Things sometimes get so strained as roommates that you forget about the good things in people. Much easier to see those things when you are no longer dealing with that person’s dirty towels and dishes and porn.

Filed by cynthia rockwell at 7:08 pm under Apes
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