It occurred one Saturday afternoon that my own deep and personal mourning for the innocent VHS had found a new low. When describing VHS to people who appear to be gradually younger and younger, it mimics those conversations witnessed with parents, explaining to their I-pod bound offspring what the big black thing is that’s playing a crackly, slightly warped version of Shine on You Crazy … Continue reading Graveyard of the VHS.
Some directors are very natural in their status as crowned auteur; their films always seemingly a product of their own conception which seems unavoidable to visually mistake. Seeing all of Andrei Tarkovsky’s films, this is perhaps clearer to see than most other directors. His distinctive visual style, which morphs into several similar variations, is instantly recognisable. Dripping with faded lights, distinct textures and elemental forces, … Continue reading Andrei Tarkovsky – Polaroids, Mementos and Time.