Somehow gets worse with every viewing. Probably one of the most over-appreciated films in the American avant-garde. Cornell does nothing more than figure Hobart as an auratic fetish trapped in a hellscape of male desire and colonialist fantasy.
I've seen this 4 or 5 times now, and it's still easily one of the greatest viewing experiences I've ever had (and probably will ever have). Simply exquisite. Beautiful. Complex. Evocative. Impassioned. And criminally underseen!
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