Events & performances

Tales of the Forgotten Future Part 2: 5 O’clock Worlds / The Moon and the Sledgehammer
Fantom Cinema
18 Apr — 18 Apr 2016

A Double bill of hidden worlds.
The second part of Lewis Klahr’s four part, twelve film Tales of the Forgotten Future is, in his own words, an epic, “delirious genre hop through the twentieth century trying on different masks of identity.”
Klahr’s 1988 break-through is a masterpiece of populuxe surrealism that, set in a mysterious hotel-cum-department store, manages to coax a remarkable degree of eroticism out of a few suggestive maneuvers and the escalating soundtrack buzz that gives the movie its title. (J Hoberman) Supported by Lux Scotland. In The Moon and the Sledgehammer, director Philip Trevelyan takes us into the world of the Pages. The Pages are a family that live in a ramshackle house situated in six acres of woodland, which they own themselves, in the heart of the commuter-belt, 20 miles south of London. The trees cut the Pages off completely from the outside world, and isolated in their island-clearing, they let the 20th Century slowly pass them by. It is a simple life without running water, electricity or gas. Peter and Jim earn what little money the family needs by doing casual repairs to tractors and farm-machinery in the neighbourhood. Machinery is the permanent obsession of Mr Page and his sons. The wood is littered with rusty iron carcasses: parts of old engines, disembowelled car-bodies: a pile of gigantic spanners. Most spectacular are the archaic steam traction-engines which the men tinker with and drive thunderously about the woodland to no apparent purpose. The girls, too, have their special preoccupations: Nancy sits at her embroidery; Kathy tends her garden and plays comforting tunes on the harmonium in the house, or on the piano rotting away outside. As the film unfolds each member of the family spells out their personal fantasies and philosophies to the camera. For all their prodigious skills, they seem at first eccentric, quaint; their ideas tangential to our own. But in the end it emerges that they are in control of their world in a way that we can never be in control of ours.

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