ABSTRACT
Britain, I was interested to see how the sound-effects man used to suggest dripping blood by tapping the back of his hand, but something else was also happening which was much more dramatic. There were some conventional dissolves from the faces of the men talking to their younger faces, and then back again. And this was strangely powerful, in ways that pushed past the abstractions-time, change, identity. I could hardly listen to what was being said as these dissolving images recurred. Nothing to do with the spine or the hair but an arrest, a disturbance: something out of the known.
