Waiting in line at Prospector theater at 8:00 am, I am surrounded by coffee cups, hand-held touch screen devices and a rainbow of fur. There are some people mixed in too. It becomes apparent that while waiting in line at Sundance that the native language is schmooze. Locals refused to partake; I try.

Even at this absurd time of day that no man should ever be awake to experience, I am jittery, eagerly anticipating another film at Sundance. I take a sip of my coffee.

‘You in the business?” I turn around to face a tuft of chest hair poking through a dark orange North Face jacket. I look up to find a scruffy face shielded by top-dollar sunglasses and topped off with a taupe.

“Blogging. I blog,” I nod. “How about you?”

“Mark Higgins, Google,” he slipped me a business card. “This is my wife Leanne.” Red lipstick covered implants smiled at me as she offered her hand in my direction. “So you doing reviews or what’s your beat?” Mark inquired. (more…)

Watching male rapes and Nazis over a late fifties bubble-gum music soundtrack made me wish Kenneth Anger had never gotten a hold of a video camera, but by looking back as his work as a whole it becomes apparent that he was a visionary. He experimented with elements of film and controversial issues that were far before his time, diving into the counter-culture. At first glance my impression was that Anger’s full intent and purpose when making his films was to shock, disgust, and mystify his audience to make them think about the art of cinema. But with some further investigation, I think maybe these troubling shorts may just be true expressions of a bizarre man.

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