A film by this title came out 7 or 8 years ago. I watched it in a small, independent movie theater in the West Village. I was excited about it because it was experimental. A film within a film. A man asks a woman out on a date, gets stood up by her, makes a film about getting stood up by her, and then shows it to her. We watch them watch it. The whole thing is a meditation on romantic feeling. It is not a meditation on love. It’s a hybrid of fiction and documentary, naturalism and fantasy. What we see is a main character whose romantic feeling is fueled by his imagination of himself and her and them. It’s not an exploration of his mind and soul in response to how they actually relate to one another. In fact, her dissatisfaction with the film is that it’s not really concerned about who she is at all. It conveys a certain level of self-analysis and consciousness, but not the kind that’s interested in seeing beyond its own projection and infatuation. It doesn’t realize that there is an entire world (her world) of consciousness that has yet to be taken seriously.
Yes to ITERATION 🏁