Status Updates From Swell

‘This film is the crystallisation of pathological obsession. It jumps from dance to dance without warning or explanation, and music of every kind overlaps chaotically. Places—people parade endlessly past, yet the film’s meaning remains opaque. It is a strange work that stubbornly refuses to show the history—Each time the leaves trembled, the sunlight filtering through them also wavered—rhythmic sound—waves striking—’

‘One critic said, ‘—his latest work—reached even greater heights.’ But has it, really? There are still nights I can’t sleep—nights when that strange feeling takes hold—as if I’m swelling up. ‘You asked me why I gave the blanket to that couple—Do you know what she said to me then? She said, ‘You see—we’re nothing. We’re human trash.’ I couldn’t say anything—I just stood there—All I could do was pat their cold heads.’’