POSTCARD THEATER
Bruce
628 W College St
Los Angeles 90012
Bruce
628 W College St
Los Angeles 90012
sundays
6pm
free admission
8 10 2025
Peter Nestler
Aufsätze
(Essays)
1963
11 min
Nils Malmros Kammesjukjul (Christmas by Your Friends) 1978 40 min
Mikio Naruse Okaasan (Mother) 1952 98 min
Nils Malmros Kammesjukjul (Christmas by Your Friends) 1978 40 min
Mikio Naruse Okaasan (Mother) 1952 98 min
The force that makes the milk in the poor woman’s pot swell and boil over is the same that thrusts the lava upward in the fire - spewing mountain and makes it flow down the mountain slopes. These phenomena are merely more striking, more apt to draw the gaze of the ignorant and inattentive.
It’s chilly this morning, and I set out at a march from this large city with its large, famous lake for a small lake known almost to no one. On the road I find nothing any ordinary man might not find on any ordinary road. I wish ‘Good morning’ to a few hardworking reapers, that’s all; I glance attentively at the lovely flowers, again that’s all; I cosily start chatting to myself, once more that’s all.
You should stick to your own ideas. If you run from left to right and back again to suit the changing times, the results will be hollow. Look at me. I’ve been the same from before the war, up till now. What has changed has been fashion: sometimes it has coincided with my ideas, and sometimes it hasn’t.
Sometimes there are ‘limping’ films. Others can be ‘one - eyed.’ But they can still be beautiful. So, that’s all we can hope for. There are charming people with a limp or one eye.
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8 17 2025
Peter Nestler
Am Siel
(By the Dike Sluice)
1962
13 min
D. W. Griffith The Unchanging Sea 1910 13 min
Sohrab Shahid Saless Yek Ettefagh-e Sadeh (A Simple Event) 1973 80 min
D. W. Griffith The Unchanging Sea 1910 13 min
Sohrab Shahid Saless Yek Ettefagh-e Sadeh (A Simple Event) 1973 80 min
There is something in being near the sea, like the confines of eternity. It is a new element, a pure abstraction. The mind loves to hover on that which is endless, and forever the same. People wonder at a steam-boat, the invention of man, managed by man, that makes its liquid path like an iron railway through the sea—I wonder at the sea itself, that vast Leviathan, rolled round the earth, smiling in its sleep, waked into fury, fathomless, bound-less, a huge world of water-drops—Whence it is, whither goes it, is it of eternity or of nothing?
No mercy from the hours should you expect,
the hours that are grinding down the days,
the days that keep on gnawing at the years.
the hours that are grinding down the days,
the days that keep on gnawing at the years.
When Griffith films an embankment, an electric pole and a train track below, it becomes a mysterious image and at the same time an absolutely realistic image. If one is not capable of this combination of realism and mystery, it‘s better not to tackle image making.
And so it is in all the tales of sailors and fishermen. After a storm at night, one reaches shore at last. The soaking man dries himself off and the next morning, when the glorious sun reappears on the shimmering waves, the sea regains its appetite for figs.
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8 24 2025
Peter Nestler
Tod und Teufel
(Death and Devil)
2009
56 min
Jean-Daniel Pollet L’ordre (Order) 1973 44 min
Carl Theodor Dreyer De nåede færgen (They Caught the Ferry) 1948 11 min
Jean-Daniel Pollet L’ordre (Order) 1973 44 min
Carl Theodor Dreyer De nåede færgen (They Caught the Ferry) 1948 11 min
When I submit my heart, my mind, my body, I come to be below the other. When I listen unconditionally, respectfully, courageously with the readiness to take in the other as a radical surprise, I do something else. I bow, bend over toward the total otherness of someone. But I renounce searching for bridges between the other and me, recognizing that a gulf separates us. Leaning into this chasm makes me aware of the depth of my loneliness, and able to bear it in the light of the substantial likeness between the other and myself. All that reaches me is the other in his word, which I accept on faith.
One evening, I visited a forge, just as a mass of molten ore was being hammered. I looked directly at it, before chancing to turn and face an open coal-hole. An amazing purple image swam before my eyes and when I turned my gaze from the darkness toward the bright room, the phenomenon appeared to me to be half green, or half purple, according to whether the background was light or dark.
Learn to despise the world; or, which is a better compendium in the duty, learn but truly to understand it; for it is a cousenage all the way; the head of it is a rainbow, and the face of it is flattery; its words are charmes, and all its stories are false; its body is a shadow, and its hands do knit spiders webs.
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8 31 2025
Otar Iosseliani
Georgian Ancient Songs
1969
20 min
Peter Nestler Pachamama—Unsere Erde (Pachamama—Our Land) 1995 90 min
Peter Nestler Pachamama—Unsere Erde (Pachamama—Our Land) 1995 90 min
Oral tradition enters the metropolitan world of printed texts, but for John Clare nothing is changed—the fruit of his labour disowns him, and he exists only as a type of abject advertisement for a commodity labelled Poems Descriptive of Rural Life and Scenery.
The odor and color of flowers, the hum of insects and the song of birds, the raging wind, the forest bending beneath the storm, even the worm crawling across the path and stretching out its elastic length after a shower, are all put under contribution to point his moral or adorn his doctrine.
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