Jules et Jim. It’s too great for me to speak of. When I first saw it I was sitting in an uncomfortable chair at a desk in a basement. I thought “what’s so great about this film–there’s nothing special about it.” Perhaps you cannot recognize greatness in anything until you’ve witnessed the vastness of mediocrityContinue reading “film: Truffaut: Jules et Jim (1962)”
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film: Branagh: Frankenstein (1994)
Frankenstein has long held a place in my heart because it deals with the reckless life of a poet, and its destructive tendency, and thus I see myself in it, and I grow concerned, wondering if such tragedy really is so tragic. Considering Frankenstein at any point after WWI turns Mary Shelley into a prophetContinue reading “film: Branagh: Frankenstein (1994)”
arts & fetters 