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After the filmmaker Stan Vanderbeek died in 1984, I swept up small pieces of 16mm film from his dusty studio floor. Thirty-eight years later, a celluloid trance collage of his lost images and language fragments emerges in war song.
After the filmmaker Stan Vanderbeek died in 1984, I swept up small pieces of 16mm film from his dusty studio floor. Thirty-eight years later, a celluloid trance collage of his lost images and language fragments emerges in war song.
