This month’s screening – curated by Corktown Cinema’s Brandon Walley – will be on FRIDAY, AUGUST 30th at 9pm. As Brandon notes, “this program has shaped up to be pretty special for me, something I’ve been wanting to do for a while.”
As always, this event is free and open to the public, so feel free to bring your friends and fellow cinephiles. Also, please BYOB and BYO-snacks. Ring the white doorbell on John R to be let in. Hope to see you there!
A Distant Horizon, Ryan Marino
6:42, 16mm, 2012
Remote landscapes elicit fragments of strata and sediment suggesting an existence marked not by man but by time. A vibrant sun illuminates the contours of the land providing a natural show of light and shadow play.
“We are lost between the abyss within us and the boundless horizons outside us.” – Robert Smithson
I Have Always Been A Dreamer, Sabine Gruffat
78:00, 16mm transferred to video, 2012
I Have Always Been A Dreamer is an essay film about globalization and urban ecology using the examples of two cities in contrasting states of development: Dubai, UAE and Detroit, U.S.A. Within the context of a boom and bust economy, the film questions the collective ideologies that shape the physical landscape and impact local communities.
ALL I EVER WANTED, Scott Northrup
5:00, 8mm transferred to video, 2013
False memories harvested from found 8mm travel films.
Mirrorhole, Matt Rossoni
7:00, dual 16mm, 2013
The use of dual non-overlapping screens that “spread” the ontological stability of a single image across multiple spaces that fade in and out in metrical rhythms foregrounds issues of similarity and difference both spatial and temporal.
A Park for the City, Nicole Macdonald
35:00, Video, 2013
Belle Isle, on the Detroit River, is the largest urban island park in North America. The center of the island is twenty acres of wild nature that was originally a Victorian zoo, established as a diversion for city dwellers over a hundred years ago. Now boarded up and closed due to shortfalls in Detroit city funding, the zoo is sealed off by high cyclone fences and padlocked gates, a no-man’s land of flora and fauna left undisturbed to form an ecology of its own design.
Passage Upon the Plume, Fern Silva
6:30, 16mm, 2011
“Those who go thither, they return not again.”
Plumes dust the arid land, east to west, shapeshifting as they lift in ascension. Something lowers. An ark ran aground where revolution took root: ropes raise stones in baskets. Hearts heavier and lighter than the feather, permitted passage. Tethered or freed, resting from life or dawning anew. – Charity Coleman