Where they’ve come from. We’re not even up to 23rd Street yet. Sings at little song in middle. ‘I hate driving.’

— Frank O’Hara, ‘The Sentimental Units,’
Collected Poems, 467.

This film threw me through a loop, when I thought I knew what was going on and I had it figured out, part two plays and the whole feeling changes. Then again when I came to a conclusion about their relationship part three comes on and you can read hiss thoughts, which didn’t jive with what I was assuming.

When the man gets in the car he tapes a clock to the dashboard. At the end of the video they seem to be in the same place that they started, as if they were just driving around in a big circle and timing themselves. I don’t know why he would put himself through that. The woman that he was with talked the entire time and he said nothing. He seemed as though he was trying to pretend that he was interested in what she was saying but not really listening. She is completely unaware of everything around her except what she is saying and the man that she is with. Although, she isn’t even really paying attention to him because if she were, she would realize that he isn’t really paying attention to her at all.

I don’t know if it is bad sound quality, due to the fact that the film was made in 1964 or if all the other sounds of traffic were meant to drown her out, but the traffic seems to be just as important as what she is saying. As they drive through traffic the noise of the cars and busses drown her “ YAK YAK YAK” out. The man gets fed up with her and tries to turn on the radio. By the time they get to their destination, which I found out is at 34th and Park Avenue, she is still talking and he gets out of the car.

The whole film leaves me feeling confused. But maybe that’s just the Idea!!