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Scenic tableaus hyperbolize Fried’s theater, nature morte objects not only presupposing the viewer, but enact an uncanny world referring back to the “owner” of. Decor projects its owner formulated projection of themselves, any interior decor a statement made, we are watching but being watched in our assessments of its making to impress, fabricate, a psychology within them, and so Bloom presents domestic psychology to us as a surrogate, a replicant theater. Yet, the odd design decisions, like hovering chairs, have no answer, no owner to ask, no “decorator” and force the question upon the viewer, all but placing a pane as the fourth wall, hermeticisng and tinting this strange act of display in the grey light of Kubrick.
See too : Allan Mcullom at Petzel
