have you tried watching it with sunglasses on ?
maybe sunglasses with old fashioned 3d glasses over the top ?
It's not a photosensitive thing--to my knowledge, I don't have those and I can even watch Tony Conrad's
Flicker without difficulty; rather, the trigger is emotive--something to do with abuse, I'd reckon. Yet (repetition compulsion) I'm very much drawn to that sort of content.
never heard of that movie before
watched a tiny clip
WoW very artfully creative and expressionistic cinematography
playing with the viewers conceptualization
i can see why you like it
it is extremely viscous to the sensory aspect of self analysis (buttons galore)
For the longest time, Werner Herzog was a hero to me, whom I've sparred (verbally) with on occasion. However, in
Donkeyboy he seems to be playing my father. In this instance, the parallels are simply too overwhelming.
Donkeyboy is an extraordinary depiction of schizophrenia (
despite being helmed by Korine). Further, Herzog cast a schizophrenic, fresh out of the bin, as lead in two of his films--the extraordinary Bruno S., as Kaspar Hauser in
Every Man for Himself and God Against All and in
Strozcek. Then there's Florian Fricke/Popol Vuh actually
appearing in
Every Man... as a blind, autistic pianist who plays music without development, and Jim O'Rourke's
John-Fahey-meets-Charlemagne-Palestine-esque Happy Days in
Donkeyboy. It's interminable.
All things considered--as in me, the consumer, the product and the producers--it's a perfect illustration of what Derrida means by
hauntological (portmanteau: haunting and ontology). No matter how cut, banged up, bruised, discombobulated I come out of it, I just can't get enough of it. Content addiction is it's own sort of monster.