FilmVomit

I have changed the image at the top of the page. It has been changed because I cannot stop thinking about the film from whence it comes. It is titled How to Conduct a Love Affair, and was crafted by David Gatten. I saw it last fall in New York City, at the Avant Garde weekend of the New York Film Festival. It is, simply put, one of the most perfect pieces of cinema I have ever experienced. I cannot speak of it except plainly. It left me physically and mentally drained, I sat in the darkened hallway for twenty-odd minutes sobbing and dry-heaving, wracked with horrible tremors and painfully aware of my own fragile humanity.
I am writing this because I realize that very few of you will ever have the opportunity to see the things I have seen, which makes me quite sad. I am writing this because perhaps, by chance, you will take a moment and reconsider film. I am writing this because while I know I can have no expectations of your interest in these things, for me this is deadly serious. I do not hold any illusions as to the rest of the world. But neither do I hold any illusions with regards to myself. I have reached a turning point, and I cannot not write these things, anymore than I could not watch these things.
I am indebted to those of you who consume my brainspray, and I thank you.