
The first time I watched Trapped in the Air I kept glancing up at my own ceiling, half expecting plaster dust to drift down like the pulverized clouds of 1917. There is something almost sacrilegious about seeing a nitrate phantom dare the heavens while you sit grounded in slippers, yet that vertigo is precisely the p...

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Henry McCarty

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" The first time I watched Trapped in the Air I kept glancing up at my own ceiling, half expecting plaster dust to drift down like the pulverized clouds of 1917. There is something almost sacrilegious about seeing a nitrate phantom dare the heavens while you sit grounded in slippers, yet that vertigo is precisely the picture’s narcotic. Francelia Billington, often unfairly relegated to footnotes beneath la-dame-aux-camelias tragediennes, commands the frame with the feral precision of a hawk. He..."


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