Comments on: Bruce McClure: Deliberate Obstructions & Calculated Aimlessness

By: Bruce McClure

Bruce McClure — Tue, 20 Sep 2005 09:04:39 +0000

Dear Mel, Levi, Annie,and Barbot:
Thank you for cutting a share of the retinal pie and then serving it up as leftovers. It’s true that sometimes the filling isn’t as sweet as all would like it but no one is obliged to finish their portion. Thank goodness for exits that are always open! The importance of something, if that exists at all, is what lingers and thank god it will eventually be subsumed by the equalized sustance. Initially, however, all there self importance which is where awareness and health and sickness originate. Warnings are useless to someone standing in the light of day or sitting in the near darkness. When will it come and how fast will it happen, really? In the gloom of the theater screen glow, a snooze, or the beckoning of an exit sign are some of the choices and I’m happy. People out there even if they are poised on the edge of their seat ready to flap off into the darkness are a joy. Auspices are observations or signs augured from the flight and feeding of birds – thank you for your kindly patronage and guidance.
Best
BM

By: Barbot

Barbot — Mon, 12 Sep 2005 17:50:58 +0000

I agree with Annie. I could only hold out through the first 2 sections/40 minutes of this work. The first section of the McClure film got me into a thought loop of “Josef Albers is on poppers” followed by “in-vitro fertilization IS the armagedden of our world” while watching the 2nd section, then I had to go. Came back for the Weigand screening and couldn’t handle the pedestrianism at all. Walking out of two films, especially in one day is unprecedented but it just had to be done.
Barbot

By: annie

annie — Mon, 12 Sep 2005 12:13:11 +0000

I had to leave Bruce McClure’s show at the Guild yesterday afternoon because the “film” was giving me an excruciating headache, dizziness and nausea. There really should have been a warning beforehand for people with epilepsy.
I hope, for the sake of the people that stayed in the theater, that the show changed after I left.
The “work” seemed entirely too self important. If this is what experimental film has come to, I want no part in it.