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It is, actually, surprisingly enjoyable watching the body of the man disembodied from his voice gesticulate comedy. Without necessarily being sure anything much deep can be read into the gestures, they are hypnotic, and ultimately the film's elegiac meditation feel more and more like a conspiracy clue hunt of insight into the man that we believe must exist. Back and to the left, back and to the left, hoping for the telling moment. But instead you're just watching footage of a man whose head recently exploded be silenced, turned into a monument.
See too: Mitchell Syrop at Croy Nielsen & Glenn Ligon at Regen Projects
