Lex

Peter Hujar's Day

name dropping famous people as if they were my friends in real life, this film does make you feel that you have intimate friendships with these people, which reminds me of how back then it was very open &. possible to have 'parasocial" friendship with them by simply being in one city, or one place.

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Peter Hujar's Day

“‘𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.” Where the original text (https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/8111426977) really gives way to Hujar’s voice, the voice of the project hums a bit better and more effectively by way of film versus original intentions set out by Rosenkrantz. Mediating from gay experimentational media from the 80s, Sachs book-ends Hujar’s gossip with choppy groans of Mozart’s Requiem to relay a day. But in a recounting, much more comes out. Opinions. Gestes. Little thoughts. Dreams. Fantasies. If we move through chronological order, why is it that our recounting of it is interrupted by the peripheries? By which I mean the past and the future? The in-between and the non-existent? Plain. Simple. Retreats to the beauty of oral storytelling, combining film conventions to make it all pretty. We all wish for our memories to be shot on film, to contain grains of history, the sands of time, to outlast not just our stories, but us. Like laying in bed on top of the covers with outside clothes on, stinking of the whole day, remembering everything. “𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐’𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺.”