Bruce MacDonald

In this film I am shooting there is no pastoral silhouette on a criminal face. The producers won't allow it. There is only a city filling downward and upward with people in heavy coats. And a hill overlooking the city. There are figures there that stand for us. The useless lovers with water on our breath. We think this is like the white against the dark. But this looks different beneath the knife. Not to mention at night. Slowly I'm bringing things around to this point. At times it looks like I'm missing certain things. But it's just not true. In the end it is all a world filled with indefinite articles. And a hill overlooking a city.