Saturday, April 14, 2018

saturdaynote



Too much to say, too little time to say it now…

How a flawed flim has so much promise that I spend over six hours, across three evenings, doing notes on scenes and shots and dialogue—streaming a few seconds, stop, notes, stream...

How Gary gets so wrapped up in plights of life as framing, scene—and fusion of action and actor—that doing anything becomes Cinéma vérité. (All of the films that have interested me the past few weeks have been French. I’m going to learn French again. It was my high school language. But it got displaced in college by German, which I regret.)

Other than that, life is what’s intimated at g.com and chores.