QUANDO L'OCCHIO TREMA

It all started with the notorious Buñuelian sliced
eyeball, that surprises us every time. The eye of an ox, but still it’s the eye
of a woman! The anxiety of the incision is transformed into a saccadic,
uncontrolled anxiety precisely of the eye and of its pupil. When subjected
to the stroboscopic rhythms of single frame animation—as in some archaic
pre-animation—one’s gaze at it is thrown off, going in search of a little
dramatic action here and there in the face, through the quick cinematic
nonsense of saucers and sclera. The eye of an ox, which degenerates in
Buñuel’s incision, is my own quaking ox eye.