I caught this freaky little film, aka "Concerto for the Right Hand," at the Berlin Film Festival and then again in Barcelona (where it was really appreciated, in fact back to back with a Russ Meyer flick. Both directors present. Talk about contrast. Considering the director's obvious nods to Bunuel, Dali and Cocteau, his firm knowledge of Euro Art and music, it's almost fantastic in itself to learn in the program notes that it was written and directed by a kid from a small California hick town. I watch a lot of films with a lot of film freaks, and when I run into someone who thinks they've seen it all, this is the one I pull out. Yes, the pacing could be better, the acting more seasoned, but there are images here that will stick with you forever, and a few on-camera effects that are so weirdly simple, so effortless in execution, that I dare you not to be impressed. My copy was taped off German TV in 1994, so it can be found (and understood anywhere because there is virtually no dialog).
