Touch me, baffle me, make me laugh, challenge me, hurt me, tell me something new, get me out of here for a couple of hours. That’s all I want. It’s all about projection. And all about the projectionist.
Having just staggered past my first half-century, I feel more than usually aware of time, of narrative, of history. Each of these films nods vigorously to the past, to the fables we create, the myths we tell, each offering a European perspective on American dreams. Each attempts to confront loss and desire, to address our need to climb out of the everyday, to play with our desperation to transcend, to conne