middle cyclones and other references
"The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you." Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace
The October 2012 Criterion Collection Line-up
In The Mood For Love (Blu-ray Upgrade)
The Forgiveness Of Blood
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Rosemary’s Baby
Eclipse Series 36: Three Wicked Melodramas From Gainsborough Pictures
Do you know what people did in the old days when they had secrets they didn’t want to share? They’d climb a moutain, find a tree, carve a hole in it, whisper the secret into the hole and cover it up with mud. That way, nobody else would ever learn the secret…
He remembers those vanished years. As though looking throusth a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.
It is a restless moment. She has kept her head lowered… to give him a chance to come closer. But he could not, for lack of courage. She turns and walks away.
Procrastination Theatre: March 23-24, 2011
What a haunting, beautiful, sparse, perfect film. I loved this. This is now one of my favorite movies (don’t you love that feeling, as you watch a movie, knowing that it is one you’re going to treasure for a very long time?) I just can’t even speak to how well-crafted and intelligent and complex it was - do I start with the cinematography, or the score, or the acting, or the way it crafts moments of intimacy amidst deliberate other-ness (moments of intimacy that Adam Phillips or Leo Bersani or Laura Kipnis ought to write about, if they haven’t already), or the perfect silhouette of the love story against a larger backdrop, which is China, and Hong Kong? Do I just talk about how the last few minutes of the movie were the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen?
