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norman mclaren

Norman McLaren was one of the most significant abstract filmmakers of the British inter-war period. Born in 1914 in Stirling, Scotland, he entered the Glasgow School of Fine Arts in 1932, where he became interested in film and joined the School's Kine Society. His earliest extant film, Seven Till Five (1933), a "day in the life of an art school", was clearly influenced by Eisenstein and displays a strongly formalist attitude.(more)

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Awesome!

Este man es el padre del estilo de Gondry, me sentí viendo Around the world y Star guitar en versión magnificamente simplificada.

Muy muy chévere su blog.
Neres said…
A pues a mi me recordó a los de Blue Man Group, y yo de mensa que al principio esperaba que algo saliera, pero como entretienen estos, me gustó cuando se puso lento, jeje.

Un saludillo
Darko said…
Hey seabastian y Neres gracias por los comentarios, Sebastian , no estaba al tanto de Gondry apesasr de haberlo visto antes. Creo que eso merece un post.
thundercomb said…
At the start it looked like some old 80s game with simple sound effects, made for the Atari console ... and towards the end it still did. But it kept me mesmerised for 7 minutes! Nice :-)

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