What if we experienced films more mindfully, like a series of paintings?

more intuitively, like music?

more figuratively, like a poem?

Then the film had to be created more mindfully, more intuitively, and more poetically. In working toward this kind of cinema-going experience Giant’s Kettle relies on silence instead of dialogue and inaction instead of action. There’s immense tension to be found within each moment, a bit like pulling energy out of the vacuum of space, but only if we’re able to observe without being immersed. Hence the cinematic form of prolonged stillness and abrupt cuts.

But although we all receive every form effortlessly, like strings resonating to a chord, we’re different in how we’re tuned. The quest for the high note. That is the interesting part of art, the faint possibility of an unadulterated connection from soul to soul.

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