In essence, the master game Christopher is staging is between the utopian dream of a unified, beautiful existence, once that can always be recuperated and is always worth reconstructing, no matter what the cost might be, and the disassembled, patchwork charade of life we pretend we don’t lead.
This is an excerpt from a piece by Kian S. Bergstrom about Pause of the Clock that appears in the latest post at CINE-FILE. It’s basically the sort of review every filmmaker dreams of, and I’m humbled to be on the receiving end of such praise.
Am I dreaming? Tonight, more than twenty years after we lensed the first shot, is the Chicago premiere of the film. It’s the culmination of many people’s toil and brainwork. To all of you, and you know who you are: thank you, thank you, thank you.