A nonnarrative film compiling decayed/warped film footage, accompanied by a minimalist soundtrack, Bill Morrison’s metatribute to time and celluloid falls somewhere between the avant-garde vision of Ken Jacobs and the New Age touchy-feeliness of Godfrey Reggio. Still, it’s a mesmerizing experience once you get on the movie’s level.
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