I resurrected this film from neglected oblivion because, on viewing it in 1979, I found that it was one of those rare films that I have always deplored the scarcity of: documents of how it really looked in a certain place in a certain year. I also liked the mirror imagery and the subtle increase in the tempo of the film to its conclusion. All images were taken from the various reflective surfaces of the city, and the original intention—the trapping of a man on this impersonal surface – seems both relevant and at the same time unimportant to me,in perspective. I am also pleased that there exists this filmic portrait of the poet Michael McClure as he really looked in 1957, in San Francisco
1957-1979 |
16 MM |
Color Tint |
6 Minutes |
Sound |