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NOV 22, 2015  –  ISSUE 09
TheREVIEW
“The legs move, and the mind wanders.” — Trina-Marie Baird
Guest curator
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Guy Maddin
Filmmaker, sleepy Manitoban, film instructor at Harvard.
Of all modes of advancing through space — I drive my car a lot, have cycled for years, flown and travelled by train — walking takes my mind farthest afield, most consistently casts my thoughts back into the past or into new, uncanny territories. By the end of a long, exhausting stroll I invariably feel I’ve fixed my bearings in Time’s great melancholic flow. I often walk my troubles away too; through the sheer hypnotic repetition of steps I set my brain adrift across its own dreamy landscapes, where, if I’m lucky, it liberates itself from its quotidian jackpots and returns refreshed, ready for sleep and tomorrow. Walking is also part of my process: I work while I walk, I see the world anew, one stride at a time, discover unexpected moments, nooks and details — being on foot makes me feel like a poet, though I am not.
Cutting on the Road
The Sometimes Perilous Work of Walking
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At the height of my mania for making collage I made a collage cart, a kind of table with bike wheels, an inkwell skill-sawed into its top to hold X-acto blades, scissors and glue sticks, and hefty wicker baskets underneath to hold my old books and porn magazines, the stuff from which I hoped to fashion all my snippy and sticky dreams.

I actually make a lot of collage while yoked to my collage cart!

I was inspired by my favourite collage artist, Mimmo Rotella, who, as I had it figured, while out on long walks in Rome peeled old oversized movie posters from the city’s broken post-war walls, then repurposed the shreds into startling new work.
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A selection of Rotella's collages
What I didn’t know was that Rotella’s work was merely an appropriation, the result of his approaching billboard-makers and requesting from them the big sheets of paper used to warm up their printing machines. The abused and artifacted reams he received bore hot and inky shreds of multiple advertisements layered and juxtaposed in random tatters. Rotella merely cropped this waste material to taste and framed! No walking required.

But I had no idea Rotella was so sedentary, and since I loved walking and collage making so much I decided to try both at once. I made a nice big batch while strolling around rural Manitoba. Often I would tire of collage making before I was home, so I'd flip the cart behind me, harness myself into its shoulder straps and manhaul the rig home like some doomed member of Captain Scott’s Antarctic expedition.
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Scott's expedition at the South Pole, January 18, 1912
They set out to manhaul their heavy sledges some 800 miles on their way back from the pole in 1912. Famously, they didn’t make it.
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Captain Oates
In Scott’s journal, his expedition’s terrible march toward death is set down in numbing detail. The most unforgettable stroller in Scott’s party is Captain Lawrence Oates, whose toes had become so horribly frostbitten he felt he was holding the others back. He voluntarily left the tent and walked out to his death in the Antarctic void. Oates's last words: "I am just going outside and may be some time."
Chopped and Pasted
City to City
Wander Germany Circa 1927
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Here's a movie that is practically its own genre, the "compressed walking film." The title says it all: Walking: From Munich to Berlin; by Oskar Fischinger.

Fischinger takes his camera on a stroll from Munich to Berlin in 1927, and along the way squeezes off extremely brief records of his journey, all edited in camera and strung along on a single roll of film, so that the ground covered and memories collected may fly past all the faster when reviewed after that film is processed.  

If you're reading this, I'd like to issue a challenge: make your own walking film. Just pick your own Points A and B and cover the distance with your eye! I know in these digital days editing in camera is not so easy, but see what you can do. Please email submissions to digital@tiff.net.
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A still from walking from sals to tims by clint enns
The erstwhile Winnipeg-based filmmaker Clint Enns once made his own while ambulating from Winnipeg’s 24-hour breakfast joint Salisbury House to a Tim Hortons, with lots of the ‘Peg in between.
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A still from Spanky, to the Pier & Back
Here's a compressed walking film I made recently, an edited-in-camera record of my dog's last walk with me at the lake.
A Walk Through The Past
Do You Want To bE A Member?
Walking leads to sexual detours, marches and initiation
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Another pleasure of walking is encountering the unexpected. One short film that takes that idea to unexpected places is Bimbo's Initiation, a 1931 cartoon starring the eponymous Bimbo and featuring Betty Boop, still sporting vestigial dog ears from her little-known early days as a sexy canine.

An underground secret society seeks to drive poor Bimbo mad while demanding an answer to the question "Do you want to be a member?" The machinations of the world where this story takes place are nightmarish, but the tone is pure slapstick. And it all starts with Bimbo taking a stroll, or "trotting along," as in Frank O'Hara's brilliant 'Poem ["Lana Turner has Collapsed"]'.
Initiate Yourself
Prairie Time
Wandering Screens
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Webcam views are like the illustrations in the books by that greatest of all 20th Century walker-writers, W.G. Sebald.

They're like a Sebald peek at Manitoba, as good as if the man were still walking, and walking in St. Agathe, St. Anne's or Oakville, MB.

It’s breaking Sebald’s rules to identify an image, but the one above is the webcam view of Oakville. From my home in Cambridge I pine over these live feeds. The sometimes unspeakably dull views connect me heart-to-throbbing-heart with those I love back home.
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A still from the Bee Hive Cam
The walker’s countryside and webcam come together in an unexpected way for me in the Bee Hive Cam, located in Waal, Bavaria. Its dim monochrome views of a hive interior, especially during the wintertime of bee sleep, combined with the avant-garde camera movements of Michael Snow’s masterpiece La Region Centrale (1971) make for German installation art of the highest order. I can watch for hours, and return from the spell as if from a longest, most-satisfying walk.

And if you slide your cursor into the upper left-hand corner of the screen you will be told how many other humans in the world are watching. You are usually the only one. Somehow that’s a terrifying thought.

I've never felt more frightened than when beholding the interior of this German hive, whose corridors are constructed by endlessly chewing mandibles for the endless perambulations of workers. Horror!
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Eadweard Muybridge's Nude Male Walking
Often, during post-schlepp dreams, I find myself walking naked in public. This puts me in mind of the great Eadweard Muybridge, who shot many a nude in ambulatory transition against a fantastic and stark gridwork hung behind his subjects to help the photographer make scientific sense of our anatomies. Long have I wished to stroll the Manitoba countryside as Muybridge’s men and women do!

But this puts me in mind of another artist, Mariam Eqbal, who uses, or abuses, her scanner to stretch and mutate Muybridge’s walkers! 
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From Bruce's "Flowers" series
And this in turn puts me back on course as a walker, because Mariam Eqbal reminds me of scanner master Bruce Checefsky, who makes floral still lives by dragging his scanner out into his garden, or onto the country byways where the wild flowers can be found, and where I might most plausibly take myself of an afternoon. 

I’ve never met Bruce on one of my tramps, but I swear I’ve seen his flowers blowing in my midst. 

And I don’t want to mention this in my meandering reverie about walking, but I feel a brief mention of the pub crawl, a different kind of trek away from one's worries, noble in its way I suppose, is worthy of mention if only by way of contrast.  
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Etching by 19th century engraver/illustrator Howard Pyle
I don’t even want to think about the sadistic punishment of walking the plank, meted out by heinous souls and made popular recently by Keira Knightly in those pirate movies of hers.

I can’t think of anything more antithetical to everything touched upon here already!
Oakville, MB, Now
Disintegration Loops
And Now: Be Still
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There are the William Basinski Disintegration Loops, where the artist takes magnetic audio tape and plays it over and over until the act of playing it peels all the data from the tape, leaving the listener as exhausted as after a long meditative and melancholy walk, a trudge even.

When you're finished walking, spend some time with this... 
All Walks Must End
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