Has there been something akin to painterly abstraction in cinema? Where filmmakers completely disavow representational iconography or even the remotest semblance of a plot and focus purely on the qualities most intrinsic to the medium? Not just like flashing colors to music, but a real exploration of the limitations and unique properties of moving image.
I’m imagining like a de stijl / neoplasticist piece except the colors are changing, the blocks are shifting size and everything is moving around. I would sit down for a few minutes of that. Or have great and whimsical epileptic convulsions. Either or.
