Upon
viewing “Material Witness Or a liquid cop”, a twenty minute film by Ed Atkin, I
was quite riveted, for it evinced the typical collage of images emblematic of
surreal art films while maintaining an ostensible sense of plot and cogency.
Specifically, this was most salient when, as opposed to producing something
akin to the verbal ejaculations of those with Wernicke’s aphasia, actual
comprehensible paragraphs of speech were randomly distributed throughout the
piece. Thus, a flavor of verbal poetry was provided that functioned to imbue
the film with a slightly decreased ease of subjectivity; that is, it used the
precept that we, being unable to prevent the drawing of associations between
stimuli occurring simultaneously, automatically assume relation or synergy
between elements. Indeed, perhaps the video was a commentary on this
propensity, for after a few sensible monologues by the narrator or whatever,
random phrases and inarticulate grunts would appear, thereby mocking the
veracity and pertinence of anything previously stated. Overall, In that it gave a bombardment
of ambiguous sensory phantasmagoria,
it seemed to me a reflection of the difficulty we constantly face in
parsing that which is meaningful and valuable in life from distractions and
nonsense.
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