I love films. Well, many of them. And I loved most of the ones I saw during the ConvergeSouth Film Festival in Greensboro, North Carolina this weekend.
As I was watching, instead of having AFV pop to mind, I had flashes of Bunuel, Rouch, Dziga Vertov, Man Ray, Woman Rhea, Richter, Melies, Lumiere, Cocteau, Cockfinger, Eisenstein, and some of the pioneers of avant-garde cinema whack me across the glasses in Potemkian montage sequences, as my mind tumbled down the steps of ontological approval like a perambulator adrift on the gravity of pregnant steps of Odessa.
(working, working...)
