The Reclusive Life of an American Eccentric
Opening sequence
born of a tornado, a small puppet
drawn from a skimpy historical record
strange detail
flat
ordinary
monotone
spent a lot of his childhood measuring his feet
kidnapped by a tornado, artfully manipulated
gliding smoothly in black
bringing precisely observed truth to his smallest actions
you don't argue logic with an eccentric
Brief, funny sequence
disjointed interior dialogue
"If it sounds like a train,
it could be a tornado"
"If someone knocks on your door,
it could be a tornado"
Closing sequence
never coheres into something sharp and lifelike
languid meditation
droning activity
the clock breaks.
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