Jonas Mekas’ I Was Moving and the Cinema of the Everyday

As I Was Moving Ahead is a work of great indulgence, running longer than anything that could conceivably survive in cinemas, but its fragmented simplicity makes it easy to connect with. At whatever point you begin watching Mekas’ film, and for however long you watch it, it feels as full and as satisfying as any feature-length story. Its daring, fascinating qualities make it a particularly monumental work and one that, explicitly or not, envisions the future of cinema.