Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Tiny spaces

Early colour footage from 1939, an audience member at a baseball world series game, set to the music of Thomas Newman. This has a balletic quality, almost dreamlike. A clip to stare at with the volume turned up. As this is filmed a month after the slaughter began in Poland to start WW2, the sense of the simple joy of tribal contests that don't end in bloodshed contrasts with the unseen horror, making the assembled cast unreliable narrators. With that knowledge, the monolithic buildings seem somehow sinister, like prison guards. Sometimes beauty is captured in the tiny space between innocence and terrible truth.

1 comment:

  1. and sometimes a tiny space can be a huge rift, depending on one's perspective