There are things you do hate, Lord. Perfume-smellin’ things, lacy things, things with curly hair.
Here is another Frampton film, consisting of sequences from early Irish wake films and of rigorously indexed, computer-typewritten impressions of his maternal grandmother. Like much of Frampton’s work, it combines a passion for organization with a deeply subjective undercurrent. Here, the effect is quite moving, especially with the inclusion of the old Irish folk song — possibly that which played at Frampton’s grandmother’s wedding — with the pipes that sound like a duck quacking.
by Leo Goldsmith | Source: 16mm Print
26 Apr 2005 12:01 AM | Submit Comment