Maybe old news at this point, but film avant-gardist Bruce Conner died last Monday at the age of 74. Not that I've anything to add to the basic obit info (which you can click here for ... and here too), and in fact his films—which I'm pretty sure I've seen some of, at least one or a couple—are mainly a blur right now, just an avalanche of collagelike impressions, which is essentially what they were and are. (Like Brakhage in that, the effects visceral and immediate, even overwhelming if you're in the right receptive mood, though admittedly in retrospect it's hard to distinguish one from another, separate out what the films individually do.)
My only personal take on this, from a proofreader's vantage at the bottom of the editorial totem pole, is to note how often people who wrote about the guy spelled his name wrong. It's -ER, ladies and gents, not -or. Let's hope they get it right on the tombstone.




Must disagree with you about the Brakhages ("it's hard to distinguish one from another"), if only based on seeing his SCENES FROM UNDER CHILDHOOD four years back in NYC. Certainly one of most impactful movie theater experiences in my life (up there with seeing SHADOWS OF OUR FORGOTTEN ANCESTORS and AU HAZARD BALTHAZAR.) Brakhage did things in that movie that are astonishingly beautiful.
PG: "...in retrospect it's hard to distinguish one from another, separate out what the films individually do"
Seriously? Of course with someone who made over 400 films, there will be some that resemble others. But you can't recall how "Mothlight" differs from "Anticipation of the Night" or "Act of Seeing..." or "Window Water Baby Moving" or "Chartres Series" etc etc. (If you were to generalize about indistinguishability among some of his handpainted works, you *may* have a slightly better case.)
And good to hear you can be so confident about what Conner's films "essentially" were, even though you're "pretty sure" you've seen "at least one or a couple".
Such is the State of Film Criticism, 2008.
As it happens, when I was running a film society in his hometown of Wichita, KS in the mid-80s, I met him at his mom's house, a perfectly ordinary and cheerful middle class house except for the artworks scattered about by a devoted son. It was a great pleasure to have coffee and doughnuts with him and Mom, talking art and seeing bits of his impressionistic documentary on gospel music.