Parking spaces blazed that autumn in New York City. As the smoke quietly jirbled into the evening, William Basinski, sitting on the roof of his pad in Brooklyn, pointed a camera at lower Manhattan and captured the first half of an enduring conceit.
Spending money on international calling cards is for the discerning traveller who finds the act of burning actual money rather gauche. Thirty dollars vanishes into a few minutes quicker than catching earwax from a payphone. If you're stranded out somewhere and you're relying on a phone card to get you through… oh dear.
No incoming calls allowed continues…
Dark film. Not just for the scenes of Tony Stark coming to grips with the aftermath of hanging out with the Avengers in New York, clutching at the shock of post-traumatic stress disorder. No. A lot of times when the magic of suiting up happens, it's void of daylight. Either through rubble or down by the docks. The key scenes happen when the sun is out of the way. We're dealing with darkness as it wraps its cloak with both hands.