Hours for Jerome

Never been more envious until after seeing this special film. It took me two-and-a-half decades to finally realize that it’s not material possessions or career prominence that I should be seeking, but that special someone who makes even the most mundane of days look vibrant…

allain♡

We go to the films together and i caress his hand every time i see a shot that i love. I press his hand really hard when we see close ups of cats’ snots and paws

Laia

before anyone asks, i watched this on a (stunning, breathtaking, gorgeous, etc.) 16mm print at harvard—where, after the screening, they proceeded to officially award me an honorary phd in “based grail hunting”

paul a.

Someone with whom to watch the seconds turn to minutes minutes turn to hours hours turn to days days turn to weeks weeks turn to months months turn to years years that pass in shade and in sun through rain and snow to make a lifetime. Someone for all seasons.

Jerry

Absolutely speechless. Like seeing the world anew. I wish I had a love like this. The years and seasons pass by so quickly. We can understand in silence that we don’t exist without the landscapes and cityscapes. Seen at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City in 16mm

Avalyn Wu

visual representation of what it’s like to have more love in your heart than you know what to do with. one of the most beautiful things i’ve ever seen

Audrey

When talking about the rarest films that aren't technically lost, Hours for Jerome was, and remains, one of the most adored. If you know someone in or around New York with real arthouse credentials, this was probably on their mock Sight & Sound ballot between Akerman's News…

Puffin

It is not the span of a life that is offered to one's love, nor the decades that compose it, nor the years within those decades, the months within those years, the weeks, the days, and certainly not the accumulated seconds and microseconds whose abstraction evacuates…

SupremeLemon (지존레몬)

bathed city, the liquid scenery casts an indigo complexion, to drift so carefree, moonlight reflects in the pool of darker times, and to sink to darker measures, a pool of strange things, its guilt, is craving, this comfort, it's quilt, and outside, i think it's…

idris