White. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. Unlike Plato’s Cave, there are not even any shadows in this projection. Nothing from the world of the ideal is being projected onto this wall. Perhaps the lesson is that ideals are illusory, too. Perhaps that is what I am to take from this. But does that really require three months? It seems kind of excessive, to tell you the truth. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. But it is too early in the viewing process to pass judgment. Certainly this is an uncomfortable film, but audience discomfort is a valid artistic goal. Mamoud’s Lumpy Mattress (1958) is a masterpiece, as is Kitagawa’s Kitsui Kutsu (Tight Shoes) (1997). Both of these films are highly uncomfortable. Lumpy Mattress kept me up for nights. Kitsui Kutsu left me with psychic blisters all over my metaphoric feet. I thought I might never walk again, figuratively.