This elegiac audio-visual poem narrates grief in esoteric vignettes, like lost reels from an occult early cinema. Inspired by and named after the final line in Rainer Maria Rilke’s poem Lament, white city mourns a personal loss during the AIDS pandemic. This grieving process takes on something more private and existential, across mysterious scenes in New York City and the Arizona desert.
– Callum McLean
Also in this combined programme
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Acting Woman
Two women’s pose for a glamour shot morphs into a conspicuously aching feat of endurance. -
Hook, Spill, Cry Your Eyes Out
A headfirst rush into the capitalist, urban landscape, using dynamic camerawork and canny editing. -
El striptease de mi abuela
An intimate portrait of the filmmaker’s grandmother prompts reflections about the body, old age, touch. -
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salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears
A poem with three narrators: a teardrop, a droplet of blood and a bead of sweat. -
Go West Young Man
A 1990s video art classic, interrogating racial and gender stereotypes through generational conversation and montage. -
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2020
What was lost when the 2020 pandemic’s mask-wearing regulations estranged our mouths from our bodies? -
CURRENCY
The body boldly challenges its attachment to history and economy in this luminous sonic short.
Film details
- Country of production
- USA
- Year
- 1994
- Festival edition
- IFFR 2025
- Length
- 11'
- Medium/Format
- DCP
