"Keiller uses the appurtenances of documentary - 'real' images, 'real' events - to structure a fictional narrative. Like Marker, Keiller's narrators try to connect a whole range of disparate phenomena, in an attempt to make sense of the chaos of modernity, but they always fail."
Michael Sicinski
writes:
"Perhaps one way to understand Patrick Keiller's place in British cinema is to offer the following proposition: Keiller's films exist like space. Now, all films, even the least among them, engage with space to some extent, so what exactly does that mean? Here's one idea. Keiller has been an axiom of British film, particularly in its avant-garde and documentary modes, since the '80s, but despite garnering considerable respect and a fair degree of success, he has remained something of an "invisible man." The same, of course, could be said for Robinson, Keiller's cinematic alter ego/travelling companion, a man who is literally never seen. (Although there has been a fair amount of speculation as to the origin of Robinson's name, Keiller acknowledged in an interview that the most direct source was not Daniel Defoe's novel, but Kafka's Amerika, in which Robinson and Delamarche are two out-of-work itinerants.)"
I am sold. This is it.
Here's the watchlist: