I usually can’t bear documentaries where people just sit and tell stories on camera, so this one was such a gem for me. it’s entirely made up of footage from Bowie’s speeches and performances, much of which had never been seen before. the editing is boldly creative, and the overall experience feels like a trip
I just watched Anselm (2023) by Wim Wenders; it made me think about how much room there is for documentary and art films to work with 3D in ways that blockbusters have not. Seeing a still shot of a forest at sunrise, or the pages of a book slowly being turned in 3D, was somewhat of a revelation for me.
this is carroll gardens, bk in April 1930. i found this at an antique store last week in the neighborhood and felt so lucky. it’s hanging by my front door now and i circled my window.
