"Cinema Paradiso"... paraDIso, ze Italianate vowels rolling sorrel and green from a charm-whammy. The story is cliched, but then lovely stories always are. Beauty in dirt and indigence, colour and graininess and an evening glow, a smoky sheaf of light, and a clarity of sky. There is truth, and it's small and delightful, like an olive. It's light but rich. And one can hold it in the heart of one's hand, a cool brown thing, and squeeze it gently, feel snug. Ehehe.
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Posted by
Yong at 6:04 AM
"I keep my countenance,
I remain self-possessed
Except when a street piano, mechanical and tired
Reiterates some worn-out common song"
"Portrait of a Lady" T.S. Eliot
"Words are potent, erotic and powerful."
"The French have a saying: Marry for conversation -- it's the only thing that lasts."
"Les Enfants du Paradis is nostalgia for a time past but still remembered. Moulin Rouge is for those of us who have no actual memories of that era, but know it through the movies made about it. So it's nostalgia for a nostalgia, as it were.
And why not? Because the reality of the second half of the twentieth century is that media images and stories have actually become part of our reality. They are just as real as any other aspect of reality; more so, in fact. So naturally we can be nostalgic for them. "
Ravished Jasper Fforde's latest yarn, "Something Rotten", not exactly
ripping but ok plotting. J quoted something from his book (that I am most eager to lay my hands on). Hoping to get Kylie's mv that I espied day before when I watched somewhat weird German flick "Summer Storm" with W and D. It wasnt really as good as the reviews made it out to be. They were probably trying to be pc and new-agey balanced,
still. "The Interpreter" had a silly-ish plot but Nicole was such a presence it didnt matter anyway.
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Posted by
Yong at 9:03 AM