Scanning of Modulations

Life drums the playfulness out of a boy as he grows up.

Sistiaga painted directly on 70mm film a circular (planetary?) form, around which dance shifting colours in a psychedelic acceleration matched by the soundtrack’s deep-space roar and howl. - Cinema Scope

A film that places the bright and dark sides of life close together. From an understatement beginning, the movie drives up to an ecstatic highlight with a love act between two young people. The orgasm becomes an enormous image flow into the crematorium's death machine.

Shortly before his death, Romitelli together with his friend Paolo Pachini and the poetess Kenka Lèkovich, resurrected the dream of a total scenic art (a furnace of sensations, they called it, an_ initiation rite_) in the manner of the Futurists: rhythms and gleams of light striking metals (for the video part), poems in iron and chrome singing of fusion with matter (Kenka Lekovich), acoustic/electric music highly amplified, filtered, spatialised, in as artificial a manner as possible. An Index of Metals bears vigorous witness to this determination to go beyond: sizzling orchestration, electric and psychedelic; a voice which plays on effects, murmurs with reverb, cackles into a megaphone, screams like a pop star; and an electric guitar score of a kind that no ‘serious’ composer has ever written, sliding across an infinite range of tones with a lightness of touch and blurring of contours.

The final 17 years of American singer and musician Karen Carpenter, performed almost entirely by modified Barbie dolls.

As years and years go by, a tiny civilization makes its way upwards.

A experimental animated film featuring moving shapes and lines.

A trippy pop-art collage of phallic objects, naked women and American icons, most notably Elvis Presley.

Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.

Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.

This fantastical movie inspired by the music of Michael Jackson features imaginative interpretations of hit tracks from the iconic 1987 album “Bad”.

Something I know or something I was told? When something scalding translates something to behold.

Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.

Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

It's time the times met each other over & over.

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.

Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).