The subject—that is, the slow disappearance of what-goes-up-must-come-down cause and effect and even the most rudimentary spatial relationships from contemporary cinema—is one of enduring interest.
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Eight years later, you might think Caouette’s bravura experimental montages and eye-popping digital manipulations would have penetrated the language of nonfiction filmmaking to a greater extent. But not so. In the intervening years, there’s been nothing quite like it.
Shortly before I filed last week’s column, the social media feed overflowed with news of the removal of Jim “J.” Hoberman from the payroll of The Village Voice, the free weekly whose freelance budget has kept me off welfare since 2007 and where Hoberman has been on staff since 1983.