I've long been under the assumption that experimental art films are bullshit.
I am wrong.
I'm watching "Fireworks" by Kenneth Anger, shot in 1947, and I've come to the realization that he set everything up for everyone who'd push the envelope for the next 50 years. . .
1947. . it's hard to believe, watching it. . . it looks like a progressiver 60's film, at least. . .
My heroes would be nowhere without this cat. . . and thus, I've rethought my whole stance on experimental cinema.
Mainstream cinema lags too far behind, and experimental cinema goes to far. . .
But if we can meet 'em in the middle, then you've fucking got something.
Ken Anger's films aren't terribly shocking now, but they must've really freaked people out back then. . .
I dunno what I'm trying to say. Go watch Ken Anger films.