"Heartbeat. Out of a sick morass of reds and yellows, blacks, burns, and direct-to-film scratches, arises the (post) post-industrial terror of our collective oil-stained subconscious. Only three color tones are necessary to conjure up a veritable prehistoric nightmare or The Element of Crime. The primordial fire gives way directly to digital-age carnage and reenforced titanium imperialist ambition. Dripping. Syrupy glimpses of fighter pilots. Glassy eyes. Spindly towers waver in the nuclear breeze. Preparation for battle against comet field super nova background. Image would be clearer without the toxic pyro-fog. But instead, it's heat without season, drought without cycle; this moment is the unforeseen arrival, the final annihilation. Chirp your last, all precious consumer-constituent. Representation becomes survival, as the farce of authority crumbles along with every other vestige of a frantic, deluded civilization. The sun has burst open wide and spills out a thick, sweaty mix of techno-warfare and rich, fleshy industry. This is what man-made hell looks like. Echoes. Sci-fi meets hearts of darkness. It's a vision for rapture obsessives. But ecology replaces old time religion. Only no one's listening. We are the Hindenburg, the Titanic, the World Trade Center. A figure appears in the lower right corner, arms outstretched, a stand-in for humanity: Welcoming?... Challenging?" - JT Rogstad, TIE, The International Experimental Cinema Exposition
16mm, col/so, 6.5m, Rental $25