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TRACER is fascinating, deep and disturbing. After watching it the first time, I found its images lingering in my mind, especially those of Leo, whose longtime attempt to run from Russian mafia is coming to an end, and he knows it. Maybe because I’m getting older, his situation moved me most, his being forced to finally face his past selves. The theme of psychopathic patriarchy crumbling is timely, presented in Trump-Man Leo finally acknowledging his greed, his male unfeelingness, his being wrapped up in the predatory “hungry monster dividing the planet” mode that justifies itself with that old psychopath’s confounding adage: “Nothing personal. It’s just business.”

The film is softened by placing male rigidity in contrast with the women, who are deeper into the work. Polly recovering her deeper parts: “I don’t need meds when I can feel my body deeply.” And Corinna, the crone, who has already traversed her shadow, healing her own trauma of abandoning her son, brought on by Leo. Her healing which enables her to mentor Polly. It strikes me that it’s only the men who take the drugs, needing the extra push to merge worlds. And it’s men who have defined psychic abilities as madness. Leo takes C9 and finally feels deeply, crying for Erik. Polly says “I don’t need meds when I can feel my body deeply.”

I love the overlapping dimensions, some brought on by drugs, others brought in by psychics, all communicating in the same realms through their own means. The film’s shadowy and reflective atmosphere nicely reinforces the theme of Leo exploring his shadow self. “It’s kind of dark in here.” Dim rooms, underground tunnels, reflections in the storm door. Leo’s face half in light, half in shadow. Same with the murdered Russian—sitting in the shadow of a parasol amidst the bright sun. Amazing parasol shots, by the way, just gorgeous chiaroscuro. “This is not a dream and it is a dream. . . dream, reality it does not matter.” All of it framed for our rational minds by the Leary material.

The photography is stunning. The drip of water sliding plop down the drinking glass. The ship pushing out at night: the glistening water made it look like the ship was sailing into the stars. And the imagery of trickster Tracer's crazy puppet dance—I’ve never seen insect moves like his. Images like these stick with me.

TRACER is a powerful, deep film.

James Lough, Savannah GA
Former Consulting Editor, ArtPulse Magazine


Polly (Kasia Caravello) recovers from her psychic trance