DAILIES FROM DUMPLAND [NUMB SPIRAL 1]
The sharp pain at the back of the throat, an infection tied to a thick black wire, throbbing to be picked at, pulled out, and lanced. A Trump mask stuck to a husband's head and a wife stuck to a phone. Strangers occupying similar transient spaces until dissolution is a permanent state. As the order crumbles, it does so on all fronts, and so a "tremendous" blaring shit screen never stops broadcasting the bad bad fake real fake news; the truth is, as I've sat alone with my once lover, I've felt like I've needed to be inside my lover's thoughts. The truth is, as I've sat and watched this world fall apart, I think it best we add more fire and watch it burn.
Selected for the Senses of Cinema World Poll by Dan Browne and Raphaël Bassan.
From Raphaël Bassan’s article https://derives.tv/meditations-et-souvenirs-autour-dun-jubile/ :
“From the 485 minutes of still images in Andy Warhol 's Empire (1964) to the copy-pasted firebrands of contemporary Michael Woods, whose works include thousands of shots ripped from the internet and paint a dark and hallucinatory vision of our societies, it is the same desire to confront the limits of cinema (on film or digital) that pulses.”
Director's Statement:
This is an attempt at coming to terms with the dissolution of the only relationship I had at the time, to my high school sweetheart and the mother of my daughter, while watching the dissolution of Western society. As the world is falling apart, the one person who I've had with me my entire adult life, and my best friend, is also lost to me. The movie is, more than anything, an attempt at communication, an attempt from my fixed perspective to try and understand the things she felt that I could never know; trying to cull together some semblance of order out of 13 years that are now compressed into memories that haunt me. It is also a melancholy love song to the dream I had of a family that is now over, of the things we suffered, of the racial hierarchies that we butted up against, of the micro aggressions of race that are both familial and societal; and it is an apology to my daughter, who I can never love enough, that leaves me with an undulating pain when I think too hard about it.
Credits:
A film by M. Woods
Produced, Directed, Edited, Written, Shot, and Manipulated by M. Woods
Music by M. Woods
Sound by M. Woods and Natalie B
Mixing by Natalie B
Starring:
Lauren Woods as Lauren
Annmarie as Annmarie
M. Woods as Michael turning into Trump