The word uncanny does not begin to describe her. It is clear that, at some point, this video
has been looped--even still, her ability to stay stock-still, signaling life only with occasional
eyelid flutters, should put us in our place. The glacial pace of a slowed-down version of her
nth comeback hit is in perfect parallel to her near catatonic state; it’s unclear if the audio is
the cause of her ekstasis, its result, or simply an apt accompaniment externally supplied.
In this video, history bumps up against the taut-skinned face of the present. The collision
leads to a curious time warp in which a four-minute-long 1980s hit can stretch on for hours,
moving away from itself with each passing second, distorting itself into a dense, tactile weave,
long enough that its end forgets where it began. A fiendish remake of the angel of history,
looking neither forward nor back, just straight ahead.