Only one known review survives, from the now-defunct zine Signal to Noise (Issue 4, Spring 1997):
“fylm cynara” is less a film than a séance for dead media. Its refusal to translate its own title is both pretentious and profoundly honest. The “poetry in motion” is not the poetry of language but of signal loss — the beauty of a VCR head struggling to lock onto tracking. The string “mtrjm awn layn fydyw lfth top” appears halfway through as a title card, as if the computer named the film itself. By the end, you’re not sure if you’ve watched a masterpiece or a corrupted file. Perhaps that’s the point. Only one known review survives, from the now-defunct
The film is well-known for its extended, explicit sex scene (approximately seven minutes), which some critics consider one of the most beautifully filmed representations of love between women. Reception & Availability The film holds a modest and approximately The string “mtrjm awn layn fydyw lfth top”
(Melissa Hellman), a poet visiting from Paris to escape personal unhappiness. The film is well-known for its extended, explicit
