I loved Unexposed, and I hate that I had to use the past tense to say that.

The lively space that Jeremy and Brendan Smyth ran for around a year reminded me how lucky I had been to stumble into Stan Brakhage’s film salons when I was in school in Boulder, which opened that whole realm of experimental and visionary cinema up to me.

Anyway, I wrote a melancholic love letter to all of that, in Indy Week.

The Smyth brothers. Photo by Jeremy M. Lange.