The power of The Act of Seeing with One's Own Eyes is the fact that Stan Brakhage gives no soundtrack to this and there is no "plot" to speak of, despite the fact that if one wanted to be technical this is a documentary - we are getting documented, on film, every slicing open of flesh and measuring of limbs and draining of blood and cutting into skulls to remove brains of multiple human cadavers - so that we can think for ourselves. There is something to be said for that, that you can be sitting at home or, if one gets the chance in a theater (I didn't, I had the Criterion disc on a quiet day at home without air conditioning), and have these images coming one after the other, and being left with one's own thoughts. You can't escape your mind wandering to what it means to be dead, or to be alive, or how one takes for granted how flesh is so easy to peel and cut and strip away and that, yes, we are all the same underneath (of all things that final title card at the end of Barry Lyndon came to mind, "Rich or poor... they're all equal now").
Certainly it's not an "easy" film to watch, and it shouldn't be, but it's not without some precedent I think for people watching it who, for example, went to some kind of science or biology class in school where there were dissections of animals. You know what it's like to be there with the flesh and that this thing that may have once had life is in front of you ready to be poked and prodded and that you'll be quizzed on how many organs it has and so on. What's different is that they are human beings, naked to us (literally) and that since we are alive and they're not we are bearing witness via Brakhage's camera. And ultimately it's... well, what IS the point? To be "grossed" out? To be unnerved?
To be... desensitized to it? It's a good thing to check out the interview with Brakhage on the Criterion disc as he talks about how he made the movie around the time he was forty, and was thinking more and more about how much he really was afraid of dying, and that seeing dead bodies might give him... something to confront, perhaps? That it wouldn't be such an abstract concept like, here is what *Happens To You* after you die and you're on the gurney. But it's interesting to note he mentions that he was made queasy seeing it all, got on with the act of doing what a director does which is to see, but that if a child was brought in he might not be able to take it. I wonder if other audiences watching this over the decades since would have, either. This didn't cross my mind, oddly enough, as there was enough to see right in front of me.
I think that aside from the basic viscera of seeing these bodies torn asunder, the organs peeled out, the morticians and operators cleaning out the skulls and the bodies and that we actually don't get good looks at the people's faces (perhaps that by design for Brakhage - you can learn from the flesh, but the face won't tell you anything now since the brain is dead)... there's excellent filmmaking here. Unlike some of the other Brakhage shorts I've seen - and it's maybe a good idea to see things like Cat's Cradle or Dog Star Man or Window Baby Water Moving before coming to this - this is shot in clear focus, he doesn't lose the frame (at least too much, I'm sure when the first skull is cracked open and we get the first brain there is a moment it's a blur, as if he can barely see it and get's cross-eyed), and the editing is kinetic and energetic. If he stays on an image for more than five seconds it's so we can take something in, like a body part, a leg, a genital, a fly on a toe roaming around or the dripping of blood.
This is to say, there *is* a story here, but it's part of an experimental narrative of less telling us a story that has beginning-middle-end, but about the process that goes into the tearing into body parts. I can't emphasize enough that it is not the easiest thing to sit through, but at the same time Brakhage doesn't sensationalize anything, it's not like he pumps up heavy metal music or something sinister or ominous to go with the imagery. It's simply... here it is, here's what happens to us, whether we die of "Natural Causes" or a bullet wound or in a fire, we're all on these tables and have to be *seen* by others, and that the act itself is staggering.
I don't know if it makes me any more or less comforted or less afraid of dying after all is said and done. But it is an experience unlike any other, and Brakhage as a filmmaker gives us something that didn't exist before and, really, can't be quite duplicated.
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