Movies allow us to see all points of intimacy: people in their homes, people at work, people fucking. Through the artifice of the camera, movies suspend our disbelief and allow us to externalize our desires into an otherwise unrealized moment of familiarity, though we are not actually present. When approaching Natascha Snellman's Face Façade at Fourteen30 Contemporary, the experience is eerily similar. Minimalist sculptures, replete with geometric symmetry, ground the pieces in that which we have seen before. Yet Snellman only playacts as a minimalist, appropriating minimalism's conventions in an ironic juxtaposition against found driftwood, duct tape, and old Hollywood imagery. Feminine forms and figures rest upon platforms that evoke the works of artists Carl Andre and Sol LeWitt, situating minimalism at the service of an ironic fantasy, a dark joke that renders our voyeuristic intentions into a cagey sidelong glance in the face of blank objects. SAM KORMAN