The three deceased people featured here were once living, breathing human beings who had experienced the beautiful ups and terrible downs that life has to offer. They were once innocent, playful children, angsty teens, and fully grown living adults who cried, laughed, hugged, danced, smiled, and frowned. Here, at the end of their journeys, they are reduced to nothing but dust and thrown into a gravestone with thousands of other mysterious souls who have also perished. No relatives, no next…
Pure magic. Destined to be re-discovered in the years to come. I’m a very visual oriented person when it comes to cinema rather than gravitating towards traditional narrative and this is the epitome of a film that is all about texture & mood. Simply stunning to look at. It’s at once transfixing, meditative, but also very punk in a peculiar & quiet way. Do I understand it? Not completely and that’s fine, I love a film that leaves me satisfied yet perplexed.
I love this film with all my heart, so here is an embarrassing story related to a screening of Throw Away Your Books Rally In The Streets that I had a few years back.
So it was spring break at my university but the campus was still open for students but it was mostly dead quiet. Me and my friend were film students so we took advantage of the emptiness and decided to screen a selection of films in a huge…