Fantoosh
1996 7min
A singular old man is torn-faced and broken. In earlier photographs he's eight feet tall and makes a very poor doormat, affable with the hordes. Now, he's hit his anecdotage, busy fending off obituarists. His only recourse to dignity is language.
Storyline
A singular old man is torn-faced and broken. In earlier photographs he's eight feet tall and makes a very poor doormat, affable with the hordes. Now, he's hit his anecdotage, busy fending off obituarists. His only recourse to dignity is language.