Ahwesh subjects an apparently found pornographic film to coloring, optical printing and general fragmentation; the source material threatens to virtually collapse under the beautiful violence of her filmic treatment. What emerges is a portrait at once nostalgic and horrible: the degraded image, locked in symbiotic relation with an image of degradation.
For: Doris Wishman. Synchronization: Keith Sanborn. Music: Astor Piazzolla. Thanks: Gabriel Miller, Tim Allen.