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The Passenger (1975)
A blue sky, a bluer truck, a swath of plaid shirt, an identity shed.
Electricity in the dessert, not much said.
What is the sound of one man escaping life twice?
Like half
of the last tango in Paris
reading quietly in a Gaudi edifice, only less...
music. Antonioni at his best momentarily
confuses, corrupting expectation's conventional usage
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The Purpose of this Blog...
Originally, it was "To watch all the important films in World Cinema and write something intelligent in response."
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Originally, it was "To watch all the important films in World Cinema and write something intelligent in response."
It was an ambitious goal, and I was making some progress. I have slowed down considerably. This is still meant to be a blog of poetry about film. I may add some trivia or prose. I just added a poem about a cable series. It is an evolving project.
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Friday, May 15, 2009
To resolve or not to resolve, that is the question
Labels:
Antonioni,
cinema. poetry,
film,
Jack Nicholson,
movies,
The Passenger
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