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[ June 11, 2010 ]

THE DOCK INVITES YOU TO A SCREENING & DISCUSSION of two films as part of Journeys to the Centre of the Earth Exhibition

Manufactured Landscapes (dir. Jennifer Baichwell) La Jetée (dir. Chris Marker) The Dock performance space (on our new screen!) Thursday, June 17th @ 7pm ALL WELCOME--please rsvp and let us know if you are coming  071 9650828 Manufactured Landscapes This is a documentary with dual subjects. Nominally a portrait of the Canadian photographer Edward Burtynsky (and sharing its title with his book of the same name), Baichwal’s film is also about the subjects of his large-scale photographs – “the new landscapes of our time”; places where industrial activities scar and poison the earth, where raw materials from these sites are assembled into consumer goods of every description, and the places where the concomitant human detritus of every description is dumped and sometimes sorted for re-use. The photographs he produces – landscapes turned surreal through mining residues, ships being broken in Bangladesh, computer waste that resembles autumn leaves – reveal the paucity of our language for describing such troubling beauty. The film doesn’t preach. Instead, it shows the world, says “this is how it is”, and leaves us to think – hard – about the networks and goods that allow us to be who we are." Graeme Hobbs Movie Mail reviewer La Jetée La Jetée (1962) is one of the seminal works of the French New Wave as well as one of the all-time great science fiction films. It deserves all the respect it receives but what is really so amazing is how much is achieved with so little. Made entirely of still black and white images--of WWII cities in ruin, of an airport observation deck in the fifties, of generic shots of a woman one could find in any magazine, of a group of men in one of the many tunnels beneath Paris--and a mundane but strangely compelling voice-over, Le Jetee is not so much a film as a series of random images linked only by the narrative spell of a single voice." Douglas Anderson