That's really quite something.
It evokes a really complex response in this viewer at least.
There's a discomfort at being made voyeur at the same time as an admiration
for your honesty and also a kind of mental accounting
as we think about our own experiences and those close to us.
There's something so touching about the fragility of your - I start to call it
performance but it's clearly something much more primordial than that - but
there's also a confidence (god knows how many films you have made and this
experience tells!) about the simplicity of the framing - it could have been
simple and wrong and it's simple and right.
The whole thing is enormously unstable for the viewer, with no possibility of
resolution.
I don't know I should even praise it as art when it feels so awkwardly posed
between that and some kind of therapy...
michael
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From: Alan Sondheim <[email protected]>
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Sent: Wednesday, September 11, 2013 7:31 AM
Subject: [NetBehaviour] Last Glass
Last Glass
http://www.alansondheim.org/lastwine.mp4
The last glass of wine from my father, a video.
My life? Almost nothing but regrets.
It's all gone; the conversation, cries and
murmurs, fear on my part, never existed.
This should go viral, it did with me, but no
last word. What is this like?
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