Synopsis
The reception ebbs and flows as the unfamiliar landscape whirls by the window of a plane or train or car. Communication is delayed, fragmented, interrupted. Memories of a distant country.
2017 Directed by Bram Ruiter
The reception ebbs and flows as the unfamiliar landscape whirls by the window of a plane or train or car. Communication is delayed, fragmented, interrupted. Memories of a distant country.
160/200
Loved this. Bram’s a great diviner of place through abstraction. He details a room’s atmosphere through rhythm and negative space. The stuff we don’t see, repetition and evasion, the things that can’t be measured. This is how Bram situates us. Naturally travel is denoted like in early Gondry short form through space as a series of interchangeable images. Space is defined by gorgeous geometric interplay and beautiful solarized landscapes and by the distance between text messages. The unexplainable sublime interrupted by the banality of communication. It’s sort of the way the avant-garde has to evolve with our experience and existence. The world Hollis Frampton and James Benning once showed us still exists under the new coat of paint slathered on by the 21st century. Bram, like Jodie Mack or RaMell Ross, has to boomerang between old methods of expression and the new lives they have to expand to encompass.
This absolutely slaps.
How a long trip combined with solitude, boredom and isolation turns into an almost hallucinatory experience. The world rushes past and you cant’t make sense of it anymore. It blends together. Haven’t seen that done this well before (probably because nobody thought of it).
Sentiment taking over during the course of your trip because “I’m two stops further than I was last time” starts to feel silly and a lack of immediate responses feeds insecurity. Abstract visuals guide you through a simple pallet of emotions. Simple but strong, with a suprising high at the end.
And the wideshot, taking in the entire window absolutely fucks.
QC of the remaster I finished today. When CJC (the distro) asked me for a master I found out I had inexplicably lost the ProRes export. Had to reinstall Premiere Pro to unearth the multilayered wizardry in this film. Glad I have it in Resolve now, though. Note to self: don't forget to cancel the 7-day Premiere Pro trial tomorrow!
I remembered this being not a good movie. Something I was not happy with. Hadn’t seen it for a few years since that feeling becoming prominent.
Well, turns out my feelings are dumb. I did a pretty good job here. Proud of myself for just making it. ✨
Ps. real itching to get rid of that last text message tho. I feel ya, George Lucas.
Was unsure how I felt about those text messages, until the final shot.
What it’s fuckin’ made of, right here.