Moving Pictures (1994)

“Today memory creeps along the wall at Seven Bleecker. In the back of my eyes, longings and obsessions, Outside someone is yelling Robert! I love New York….” Robert Frank looks back on a lifetime of memory-gathering through photographs, home movies (his parents’ gravesite, June Leaf making art), portraits of artist friends (Raoul Hague, Allen Ginsberg), and portraits of those he admired (Jean-Luc Godard). The film resembles one of Gregory Corso’s “shuffle poems,” as Frank muses, “Together go words and images without sound. I have an obsession in my life for Fragments which reveal and hide truth.”