As time passes, the cast and crew go the way of all flesh, though their celluloid echoes remain–walking, talking, fighting, fucking. After enough time, every person you see onscreen will have died, transformed through the magic of cinema into a collection of visible memories: light on a screen, pixels on a videotape, information on a DVD. We bring them back every time we start a movie, and they live again, reflected in our eyes. It’s a cruel sort of immortality, I guess, though it probably beats the alternative.

As time passes, the cast and crew go the way of all flesh, though their celluloid echoes remain–walking, talking, fighting, fucking. After enough time, every person you see onscreen will have died, transformed through the magic of cinema into a collection of visible memories: light on a screen, pixels on a videotape, information on a DVD. We bring them back every time we start a movie, and they live again, reflected in our eyes. It’s a cruel sort of immortality, I guess, though it probably beats the alternative.

– Gemma Files –

Experimental Film

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