No answers are given, after the torrrent of words at the beginning of the film, all the film offers are closed images and more questions..Is it even blood on the bed, what fracture is there between seeing and certainty? If there has been a crime, ‘she’ might still be victim..How can a crime of such complexity and continuity be ‘solved’? The voice searches for clues, sifting through them, reading and re-reading until the words and letters loom up nightmarishly, no longer hung on the structure of language.
Felicity Sparrow, Her Image Fades as her Voice Rises, Arts Council of Great Britain, 1983.
20mins, 1978, UK