In the midnight hour

In broad daylight, time is brought to a stop. The cycle of things pauses, everyday comings and goings are opened to inspection and revealed in their strangeness. We find ourselves in an unfamiliar, surreal urban space. The film's eye manipulates time, the film's ear is sound processed. Olgas Neuwirth's musical video essay tells us, “We are blind to continuity”.
Whose impotent viewpoint is meant? The view of the composer, who observes the world from a distance? The accelerated view of an entity with an accelerated, inhuman metabolism? For Willi Dorner and Michael Palm public space is measured by the human body. A space needs to be occupied, must be conquered, it remains in balance and then the balance is lost. We are delivered up to strange forces and brought to a halt. Stalled, discarded, forgotten like an object. The theme of Mara Mattuschka and Chris Haring's erotomanic ballet couldn't be further from “dance” or “love”. Here people are machine-like objects, ciphers, and the pornography of them awakes geometric desires.
(Georg Wasner)

...disenchanted time...
body trail
Burning Palace