There is this magical scene in Ulrike Ottinger’s FREAK ORLANDO (1981) which brings into play the questions of otherness and identification, of desire as queer and transgressive, and of film (and media in general) as that which is caught between transparence and opacity.
When watching this moment I always felt to be part of it and wished I could literally enter the film. Now I did.
A performative video essay. Installation and music all handmade and analogue.