White Lite is something of a mystical film. It feels like weve gone through the looking glass and entered another world, despite the fact it was largely shot in the flat of its director, Jeff Keen. The film greets us with the invitation meet anti-matter and the bride of the monster, pointing to Keens love of B movies and a reference to The Bride of the Atom (US, 1955) or The Bride of the Monster as it was later known, a film by Ed D. Wood Jr. The homage comes some 12 years before Wood achieved considerable notoriety as winner of a Worst Director of All Time Award in 1980 (and 26 years before he was immortalised in Tim Burtons affectionate tribute Ed Wood). Jeff Keens fondness for B movies, pulp novels and comics comes from an interest in archetypes and universal themes, uncomplicated by heavy backstories. White Lite belongs to a similar world where feeling wins out over narrative. The camera spins and repeatedly captures, in negative, Jeff Keen filming himself in the mirror. From that point we seem to enter some kind of mental internal journey. A woman, in fact Keens wife, throws her hair around violently and then after a jump through various other strange imagery, walks half-naked down a flight of stairs, again and again. The film then really goes somewhere else as scratches, ink and hole punches take over and obliterate the image. The storm subsides and we find ourselves in a museum of stuffed and skeletal animals. William Fowler
Posted on: Sun, 05 Oct 2014 04:34:43 +0000
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