
A Birthday Tangle The first time I projected A Birthday Tangle on my bedroom wall—16 mm print spliced with Scotch tape that smells like grandpa’s attic—I half-expected the film to combust. Instead, it giggled. Not the polite titter of museum restorations, but the hiccupping cackle of something that has escaped the a...

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James D. Davis

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" A Birthday Tangle The first time I projected A Birthday Tangle on my bedroom wall—16 mm print spliced with Scotch tape that smells like grandpa’s attic—I half-expected the film to combust. Instead, it giggled. Not the polite titter of museum restorations, but the hiccupping cackle of something that has escaped the archive and is now drunk on fresh oxygen. James D. Davis’s screenplay reads like a ransom note clipped from the funny pages: words glued at crooked angles, punctuation missing, sen..."


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