![]() ![]() I looked for it on my own, but never found the entryway. This wasn’t particularly reassuring I assumed that one needed to be older to be shown the secret door. When I asked my mother how one got into the room between the bedrooms she laughed and denied that there was such a thing. I had a distinct sense that there must be another smaller room between the two rooms. It didn’t feel to me as if all of the space were accounted for. I’m not sure exactly how the feeling came to me, but I remember standing between the doors of my parent’s bedroom and the bedroom I shared with my brothers, studying the wall that separated the rooms. But the story really begins a little earlier …Īs a young child I had the sense that there were rooms in our house that my parents weren’t telling me about. ![]() The film overwhelmed and shook me, revealing a portal to one of the troubling mysteries of my childhood, and I, in turn, projected the shadowy contents of my obsessive curiosities into this most fluid of cinematic marvels. ![]() I say “experienced” because I can’t say that I “watched” it. I first experienced the Quay Brother’s Street of Crocodiles at the Walker Art Center in 1987. ![]()
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