I had a very bizarre film viewing experience the other day. Reading no review, seeing no ad, having no sense of it other than the title, I plopped myself down in a local theatre for the Claire Denis film, 35 SHOTS OF RUM. “I’m a huge Claire Denis fan,” I thought. (NENETTE AND BONI, I CAN’T SLEEP, TROUBLE EVERY DAY amongst my favorites.) Why research?
It’s an interesting experiment, to see a film absolutely cold. And, to make things even more pure, here in Appalachian Ohio on a Saturday night at 8:45, I was the only one in the theatre. Was this film even happening? If I had not have found my way to the theatre, would they still have shown the movie? Would it still have been … what we understand to be … a film?