Room Window Sea Sky
| 导演： | Peter Todd |
| 制片国家/地区： | 英国 |
| 类型： | |
| 语言： | 无对白 |
| 年代： | 2014 |
| 片长： | 3分钟 |
| 豆瓣评分： | 0 |
| 影伴评分： | 0 |
剧情简介
When to pick up the camera, when to look through the viewfinder, when to decide to press the button to film. Being in the moment of filming, deciding when to let go of the button, and the film to stop in the camera, waiting for the next time, for the decision or the thought to film. Thinking with the camera. Winding the clockwork spring, to be ready. And always aware of being s... (展开全部)
When to pick up the camera, when to look through the viewfinder, when to decide to press the button to film. Being in the moment of filming, deciding when to let go of the button, and the film to stop in the camera, waiting for the next time, for the decision or the thought to film. Thinking with the camera. Winding the clockwork spring, to be ready. And always aware of being somewhere in the timeline of the 100ft of 16mm film. Like passing through a wood, or over a lake. Aware of a film emerging. And all of life lived until this time. Intuition. Nothing can be erased; the choices made are those recorded at the time. It cannot be edited, and on reflection formed anew. Not the start of something, but complete in itself at the very moment of making.
When to pick up the camera, when to look through the viewfinder, when to decide to press the button to film. Being in the moment of filming, deciding when to let go of the button, and the film to stop in the camera, waiting for the next time, for the decision or the thought to film. Thinking with the camera. Winding the clockwork spring, to be ready. And always aware of being s... (展开全部)
When to pick up the camera, when to look through the viewfinder, when to decide to press the button to film. Being in the moment of filming, deciding when to let go of the button, and the film to stop in the camera, waiting for the next time, for the decision or the thought to film. Thinking with the camera. Winding the clockwork spring, to be ready. And always aware of being somewhere in the timeline of the 100ft of 16mm film. Like passing through a wood, or over a lake. Aware of a film emerging. And all of life lived until this time. Intuition. Nothing can be erased; the choices made are those recorded at the time. It cannot be edited, and on reflection formed anew. Not the start of something, but complete in itself at the very moment of making.
