Like many post-9-11 events, the 2002 New York Video Festival saw outward-looking cultural documentaries as a major theme. This year's edition achieves the opposite: Works culled from the contemporary gallery scene, combined with the usual roundup of schooly diaristic video essays, collectively generate an atmosphere of cramped introspection and well-worn experimental gesture, trapped somewhere between obsessive home-video and dissertation defense. The title of one group show, "Me and My Camera," sums up the generally solipsistic parameters... More >>>