As a parlour game trying to work out which of a director’s films came first and when and where, seeking out their half-forgotten filmographies is worthy of Vladmir Nabokov’s playful forensic temporal imagination. So one’s list will inevitably recall some of the selected films by the previous participants to this parlour game. Hence Terence Malick’s Badlands (1975), Andre Delvaux’s The Man Who Had His Hair Cut Short (1967 and one of J. G. Ballard’s own favourite directors), Jerzy Skolimowski,’s Walkover (1966), Errol Morris’s Gates of Heaven (1978) - the list can be quite endless, but in this context I have mentioned a few examples that fellow cinephiles Bruce Hodsdon and Tina Kaufman have recently listed in Film Alert 101. How else can it be different given that all of us one way or another have been immersed in cinema, in the main over the years, as a communal-going experience with the ever–hypnotising cone light dancing above our heads in the darkened realm of a movie theatre?
Since the mid 1950s as a young kid I have been watching movies in cities like Sydney, London, Paris, New York, Athens and elsewhere and besides the usual art cinemas of these cities, film festivals, NFT (Australia ), university film societies and clubs, WEA, etc, I must include that, for me , my own cinephilia also is seriously indebted as well to watching cinema on late night television in Sydney in the 1960s and onwards. In this specific context, my mother who was a Hollywood classic cinema fan encouraged me to follow my passion for films. Hence, if I may say so, one substantial reason why I have become such a chronic insomniac.
For my first-time feature films selection what follows is, certainly, not cast in stone but may vary according to my memory, biography, feelings, time and place.
|(the young) Aleander Kluge|
John Conomos, Monday 22 January 2018.