The film festival's next week. I might make a few screenings. Before that there's a documentary about women's lib, 1966–1971. I wanna get to that. On opening night of the fest, the last film, from 1969, is one long B&W shot of the people coming down the escalator out of the Pam Am building one day at 5:00 p.m. It's called Necrology, and I feel mesmerized already just thinking about it, though a little scared of the deadness reportedly in those faces, and how it will feel to take it in for 12 minutes. Quoth the critics:
"The film is one of the strongest and grimmest comments upon the contemporary society that cinema has produced." -- Jonas Mekas, The Village Voice
"Without doubt, the sickest joke I've ever seen on film." -- Hollis FramptonBut now, figuring out something for supper.