Insanely frustrating curatorial/editing job, occasionally containing insightful film writing (some of it even on Hoffman's work) or interviews with the artist who's ostensibly the subject of the book, but more often than not the contributions are overwrought personal prose about death and memory, graphic art completely unrelated to Phil's filmmaking practice, the completely insight-free kind of film writing (which is to say the kind that somehow ends up taking the form of overwrought personal prose about death and memory anyway, just explicitly citing Barthes or whoever while doing it), beat-for-beat descriptions of the same batch of five or so films over and over again or, if we're lucky, a great filmmaker talking about their own unrelated-to-Hoffman work (hi, Su!). Somehow, I feel all this reflects very poorly on Phil's work.