Steven Eastwood: The Interval and The Instant: Fabrica, Brighton
Portrayals of death in art and film are generally oblique affairs, using metaphor or fiction to avoid presenting a dying person too directly. Steven Eastwood’s film triptych, The Interval and The Instant, doesn’t so much grapple with this most taboo of subjects as unapologetically face up to and patiently examine it – eloquently, matter-of-factly and with a directness that beckons us to consider the process of dying in a new light. Filmed over the course of a year at the Earl Mountbatten Hospice on the Isle of Wight, the piece follows two people in the last stages of life, weaving a loose narrative that’s interspersed with symbolic motifs and metaphor (an owl – a symbol of death in many cultures; shots from the ferry journey to the island; almost blindingly washed out views of the seafront.)
The film is looped, and this structural circularity adds to its potent presentation of death and life as just part of the same cycle. You could walk in, as I did, just as a funeral casket is being carried towards the camera on one screen, in the middle of a frank hospice staff meeting, or even during the 7 minute scene where we bear calm witness to a protagonist’s dying moments. This should be the point I insert words such as ‘harrowing’ or ‘distressing’, but the ultimate feeling we’re left with is life affirming, rather than morbid. There are moments of crushing sadness here, yes, but Eastwood manages to make us sit with this most challenging of topics till we realise there’s nothing to fear.