One of the most evocative, accessible, and culturally aware experimental filmmakers alive and working, Lewis Klahr uses what we—and our parents—have discarded to tap into the 20th-century American spine. Locating a lost, damaged dreaminess in the magazine illos, product ads, furniture catalogs, comic books, and porn of the postwar era that define, whether we know it or not, our shared past, Klahr's films construct archetypal narratives and mood trances out of the middle-class utopia we promised ourselves and never got. In its cumulative... More >>>