perhaps, We Solomon Nagler

Like a world seen in sleep a paradox of wakefulness and delirium, part lucid dream, part sunshine through sleepheavy lids the treated footage in Solomon Nagler s perhaps, We follows a cycle, with motifs of the everpresent twilight in a steelblue Warsaw set against what could be (but probably isn t) archive footage, of an old woman asleep on a daybed and an overgrown, forgotten Jewish Cemetery. Found sounds and field recordings join scratched records to create a soundtrack as plaintive as Nagler s manipulated film stock, a lone voice introducing and concluding the film: I float, Above the world, In my sleep, In my dreams, And every time I dream, I loose half my body. A rumination on loss and memory, or memories halfforgotten, whilst perhaps, We isn t figurative, it offers and account of humanity, peopled by ghosts undoubtedly the ghosts of the Holocaust: mournful yet never peevish, never Adam Pugh, Programmer Aurora Film Festival, Norwich England.