Tartalmak(1)
It’s cinema’s greatest “trip” since the journey “beyond the infinite” in Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey. Fruhauf immerses us in an illusion of endless movement, changing colour, vibrant perception. But where are we going? Only semiscraps of representational objects can be faintly discerned amidst the flashing kaleidoscope of frames: a diamond, a bridge, a tower, an eye? The ambient soundscape suggests drilling and construction. But a more abstract, intermittent picture forms in our minds: the pulsating heart at the centre of a body; the cinema-engine itself housed inside an imaginary thorax. (Viennale)
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