To create is to bet on taming impossibility. In THE COLOR OF SPACE, a solitary character lays out, in his deranged but convincing logic, the intangibility of the universe as it applies to the most minute details of a life. Told as an obsessive monologue, this film melds grandiose and cosmic ideas with a myopic and nearly fetishistic view of a man's surroundings. As the narrative develops, deliberately, hypnotically, the audience discovers that the polarities in this character's head are not so far apart. It is a foray into the pathological side of creativity and the curse of acute vision.—Anonymous