"THE WAITING ROOM" [Official Selection Raindance Film Festival 2015]
The plot is simple, a passage of time. This motion picture is an autobiographical anti- drama about a man who may have disappeared into thin air. But pay no attention to him, he is the ghost of this film, of all these doorways and corridors. The leading character is played by what surrounds this man, that very non-luminous material responsible for making him visible in the first place. In the fall of 2014, Angus Borsos, guided by whim, embarked on an excursion of aimless migration, in what turned out to be a four month journey through Central & South America. As his problems of acclimatization grew tedious, he established a habit of studying the interiors of the rooms he found himself in. In ruminating on these dwellings, on the chairs and chandeliers, he started to realize that these places were all vastly lacking in a variance of proportion; generally observing many of these atmospheric anatomies as being aridly pale, and customarily replete with commonplace objects. He concluded that all rooms are more or less alike in structure and design, an engrossing examination, that these dormant monuments of inanimate being have all sprung from the evolutionary nature which inspires function and practicality, and are all so horizontally domesticated; commanded by the properties of human physiology. How mysterious, that drifting through a room so often feels reminiscent of touring through a museum. An ultimately perplexing thought that all of these rooms and objects should look and feel so similar and familiar... the chair, the bed, the window... they have all been laid out for us. In a method to avert his mind from fully probing into the reason behind his self-imposed abeyance (the dark strata of a deepening well of frequent anxiety), Borsos had the idea of turning the camera on himself, a way of supporting his mind, and narrowly avoiding evanescence. The Waiting Room is his imaged representation of the remote psychology he experienced while taking on feelings of foremost alienation; a document of a profoundly solitary window of time in the filmmakers life.