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It takes a bit of time
It takes a bit of time getting used to the strange techniques Peter Watkins uses in his film, Edvard Munch. After a while, though, the questions blend in with the narrative. There is a delay in time's passing. A few images return, again and again, as if Munch could never escape them. Sometimes one wonders who is speaking, or whose thoughts are being expressed..and you think to yourself: does it really matter? What thoughts or words belonged to anyone? 

He paints a hand and a face, the only receptive flashes of life in all the darkness. He erases all surrounding details, all that will fade, searches for greater individuality in the expression itself. He wants to forget, to remember, to name a feeling with the precision of a master. There is a moment and there is nothing to say or no-one will understand, today, the day after. Is it mysterious, the life not lived? The thin lines that briefly connected us, like a floating bridge. The storm-light is still with us in the morning and there's a brightness in the dappled shade still; it reminds him of a coin that she let slip from her hand.