The film projector is a weapon. Its ammunition is raw light. Darkness is both its adversary and its matrix. Radiant blasts inflame the theatre of perception. The void retaliates. Bruce McClure is a black-and-white-ops specialist. Through distillation and magnification, he arms the projector and returns the screen to its partisan position as bearer and maker of meaning. In between the voluptuous spasms that threaten to exceed our capacity to percieve them, we see the truth of hue and the non-sense of space. We feel frantic luminosity and frankly ludic. This is a cinema of thunder and light-en-ing.