One afternoon toward the end of the millennium, Apichatpong Weerasethakul pointed his video camera at the sun. A strange thing happened, and he liked it. Flooding through a bank of windows into a lens set open on the floor, the bright light triggered a wild pulsation in the image. Writhing strands of digital glitch thrashed in the frame, reaching and retracting like the tentacles of an epileptic squid. The rhythms morphed, kaleidoscopic swirl giving way to a volley of diamond shards, electric-blue undertow, an... More >>>