Word: junkyards
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...potential of Anastasia Vote, the ineffable potential of magic and mystery, Hunter destroys the narrative form, that apple-pie order march of elements we all know and love--elements like time, cause and effect, motivation (spell it out, son), resolution. Yes, they all break down. (Like the junkyard, like Anastasia--you've got it now, BREAKDOWN is the theme.) The threads of plot tempt you to join a surrealistic scavenger hunt. Don't. Don't fumble about for a catenary of explanation and logistic. You're likely to miss the vision, and the vision is Anastasia Vote...
...movie. It's impossible. Desire unfolds at a curious distance as if its people and actions were washed in the gideon colors of Dream. The salient elements of Dream are speed and deliberation. Desire approximates both. The plot careens arrogantly through a disequence of scenes, no connections provided: the junkyard; Twelvetrees in a hallway, in a bathroom; Anastasia on a long walk; Twelvetrees making love to Samantha; Blaine in his telephone booth. If we seize on any pattern, it may be a crazy spiral about Anastasia herself, about her diffuse Presence. But "spiral" promises too much. Montage is better, montage...
...that is, when the conversation is actually taking place on the screen. In general, filmed conversations are visually boring. A non-synchronized soundtrack permits Hunter to set his camera on exciting prospects -- Twelvetrees loping down the street toward Blaine--as the dialogue runs. (Unfortunately he didn't shoot the junkyard encounter between the two in the same way; we must suffer through a long silent discussion.) Enough of mechanics, however. The unsynchronized dialogue adds to Dream. Words when we don't expect them, silence when we do--it slips another strange note into Desire's distortion...
...Mark di Suvero, 34, a Shanghai-born stablemate of Grosvenor's at the downtown Manhattan Park Place Gallery, constructs giant wood, steel, rubber-tire and rope constructions at his New Jersey junkyard. They are often designed to let viewers ride or swing on them, carry richly evocative titles such as Elohirn Adonai, Stuyvesantseye or Love Makes the World Go 'Round. -David von Schlegall, 47, is a space-age Mainer who fabricates immense wing-shaped constructions and soaring bolts out of shiny aluminum. One of his giant untitled works, supported by an interior space frame, is currently on display...
...golden fleece or a Holy Grail, but for Lee's stolen share of the stolen loot. His techniques are sometimes interesting-as when he uses a white 1967 Chrysler convertible to subdue a bad-guy passenger by crashing, crunching and slamming the car into a junkyard heap. His invasion of the syndicate's impregnable penthouse (carpeted in wall-to-wall red fox fur) begins with a steamy sex wrestle and ends in a superbly vertiginous shot of a naked mobster arcing 20-odd stories into a crowded street...