Images of impending disaster (slamming doors, a truck careening down a hill and a frayed, almost snapping elevator rope) collide with the repeated image of a woman's body, cycling toward ephemerality as the woman disappears into the texture of the film itself. In her recent films, Geiser has been exploring the possibilities found in merging video texture with film, creating a lush, disorienting, ambiguous film space and an atmosphere of temporal suspension. In TERRACE 49, the space is shattered further, broken into shards: as fractured as memory and as fragile as glass.
Images of impending disaster (slamming doors, a truck careening down a hill and a frayed, almost snapping elevator rope) collide with the repeated image of a woman's body, cycling toward ephemerality as the woman disappears into the texture of the film itself. In her recent films, Geiser has been exploring the possibilities found in merging video texture with film, creating a lush, disorienting, ambiguous film space and an atmosphere of temporal suspension. In TERRACE 49, the space is shattered further, broken into shards: as fractured as memory and as fragile as glass.
DirectorJanie Geiser
