A fragile Super 8 self-portait rediscovered on 35mm, made by a struggeling nineteen year old discontented with the pseudo-Brakhagean spectacle presented by her fellow students at the end of the 1970´s. I shot with a remote control and intercut magnetic striped passages of black to record my quandary. The paradoxical predicament of being both subject and object in myself resulted in a film that represents a perhaps obligatory phase of cinematic narcissism in the early work of an aspiring avant-garde filmmaker.
Eve Heller
Writer, Director
Joker: Put on a Happy Face80%
Being James Bond77%
Our Wife70%
A Night Out58%
Casanova Cat68%
Hard Luck68%
Solid Serenade74%
Perfect Day69%
The Souvenir60%
The Bodyguard75%
Extremis69%
Spider-Man: All Roads Lead to No Way Home67%
Far from the Tree80%
Forky Asks a Question: What Is Money?60%
A Movie64%
Shanghaied60%
Stardust Memories69%
Interstellar: Nolan's Odyssey77%
Maria by Callas73%
Beau Hunks68%
