As with Drive My Car, Sartre and Bataille’s short stories, and other cultural content of this intimate-absurd-mundane genre, what I love about this film are the moments in which its characters engage in conscious artifice and pretend, and the longing for someone else while with the body of another — where sometimes that someone else we long for is ourselves. What I also love about this and Drive My Car is the sordid, abject intimacy, the delight in memory slippage, the profundity of disconnect, and the endless narrative non-sequiturs.
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Putuparri and the Rainmakers 2015
"It was like leaving our country with strangers." — Putuparri Tom Lawford as the Ngurrara Canvas is taken away by the National Gallery in Canberra, in the midst of his people's native title claim.
Incredibly heartbreaking to watch the traditional owners of the Great Sandy Desert paint their country in such detail and perform the Kurtal rain dance for outsiders to assess their native title claim, only to be ignored.
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