MOSS, WISEMAN, & THE CASE OF TITICUT FOLLIES

In Hating In The First Person Plural, Donald Moss introduces the collection of psychoanalytic essays by drawing from personal experience in an anecdote where he describes watching newsreels of war footage as a young child. 

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THEY GOT ME GOIN’ IN ON MY DAY OFF. PLAYS MORE FESTS.
-Sat Apr 27, 4:45 PM @ National Film Festival For Talented Youth (Seattle)

-Sun Apr 28, 6:30 PM / May 4th, 9:45 PM @ Atlanta Film Festival, Plaza Theatre 


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ROCKAWAY FILM FESTIVAL OFFICIAL SELECTION.
THEY GOT ME GOIN’ IN ON MY DAY OFF. is having its New York premiere at Rockaway Film Festival on Sunday, August 27th! Pull up to Rockaway Artists Alliance Building T149 at 5pm for Pull Over, a collection of films about “trying to get from one place to the next.” Tickets are $10. This is the first in-person festival any of my films has been accepted to.

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HAPPY MID-YEAR.
I’ve been meaning to find a space for myself to write publicly for some time now, but I’ve always needed less reasons to be on Instagram and I can’t keep up with the pace and intimate dedication required of twitter. Only recently did I feel that starting a blog  seemed fitting.

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FANNY AND ALEXANDER @ Museum of the Moving Image

Of the vast array of European filmmakers I've sampled over the years, for me, all roads lead back to Bergman. From his early studio films that hilariously spark little fervor, to the contained, domestic Ullmann/Josephson collaborations of the 1970s, I find myself constantly revisiting the expansive subject matter of his career.

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CONTEXTUALIZING THE EARLY CINEMATIC WORKS OF BILL GUNN

In the opening sequence of Bill Gunn’s Ganja & Hess' (1973), the billowing voice of musician Sam Waymon (brother to Nina Simone) echoes the traditional gospel hymn “I Know It Was the Blood,” overlayed by still, intercut frames of marble statues emanating in agony.

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JOHN CASSAVETES AND GENA ROWLANDS:
“THE FACE OF LOVE STREAMING”

It’s too late a night in suburban Los Angeles where fragile housewife Mabel Longhetti emerges from the bathroom having slit open her hand in what appears to be an attempted suicide.“I was just tired,” she eventually explains. The brittle mother trips over her own feet while keeping her kids rounded up in her arms, trying not to stain them with her own blood.

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