Schefer's insights flicker in and out. Flashes of illumination are followed by pages that read like an obscure prose poem-suggestive, but enigmatic and sometimes unyielding. A strange and often beautiful book, The Ordinary Man of Cinema has little to say about the beauty of film itself. Rather, the word that keeps resurfacing is sublime. For Schefer, film does not inspire ... Read moreaesthetic contemplation but instead directs us toward the limits of the thinkable. -Artforum Show Less