Some films are frightening. This one is worse, because it is about the sensation of being present at your own life and unable to make contact with any of it. A woman walks out of a river after a car goes off a bridge, takes a job playing church organ in a town where nobody quite meets her eye, and keeps being drawn toward an abandoned lakeside pavilion. It was shot in three weeks in 1962 by a man who otherwise made industrial and educational films, on almost no money, with a cast of non-professionals, and that accidental amateurism is precisely why it works: nothing behaves the way a studio picture teaches you to expect. The organ score does most of the damage. Directors have been quietly stealing from it ever since, usually without saying so. Monday, October 5 at 7:30pm in Eagle Rock. It runs seventy-eight minutes and it follows people home.
Some films are frightening. This one is worse, because it is about the sensation of being present at your own life and unable to make contact with any of it. A woman walks out of a river after a car goes off a bridge, takes a job playing church organ in a town where nobody quite meets her eye, and keeps being drawn toward an abandoned lakeside pavilion. It was shot in three weeks in 1962 by a man who otherwise made industrial and educational films, on almost no money, with a cast of non-professionals, and that accidental amateurism is precisely why it works: nothing behaves the way a studio picture teaches you to expect. The organ score does most of the damage. Directors have been quietly stealing from it ever since, usually without saying so. Monday, October 5 at 7:30pm in Eagle Rock. It runs seventy-eight minutes and it follows people home.
Some films are frightening. This one is worse, because it is about the sensation of being present at your own life and unable to make contact with any of it. A woman walks out of a river after a car goes off a bridge, takes a job playing church organ in a town where nobody quite meets her eye, and keeps being drawn toward an abandoned lakeside pavilion. It was shot in three weeks in 1962 by a man who otherwise made industrial and educational films, on almost no money, with a cast of non-professionals, and that accidental amateurism is precisely why it works: nothing behaves the way a studio picture teaches you to expect. The organ score does most of the damage. Directors have been quietly stealing from it ever since, usually without saying so. Monday, October 5 at 7:30pm in Eagle Rock. It runs seventy-eight minutes and it follows people home.