Call me Thorton Melon and marvel as I execute a perfect triple lindy.
Having landed myself the equivalent of a Little Lebowski Urban Achiever community scholarship [by writing a shameless paean to my neighborhood, if you must know], I've enrolled in a history of film class [1960s to 1990s], which began last night. First up, L'Année dernière à Marienbad. Really. What I won't do for you people, I swear.
Looking over the four pages of notes I'd scrawled in the semidarkness in the cold light of day, here's what I deemed important:
horror movie: mirrors and organs
burden of architecture
"You remain the same."
Men firing guns.
wafting like Cardinale
games of the idle rich
roccoco/muted shot/wounded bird
crunch of steps on gravel
This game is absurd
coming into her mad embrace
black feathers in the garden
wait until next year...
midnight chimes
Alone with me.
I assure you, that list makes a hell of a lot more sense than Resnais' film does. Even my TA [and fellow blogger, but I'm not sucking up. Really.] thinks "You wouldn't have to change a thing to satirize it."
That's right. The cinetrix watches the classics so you don't have to! Coming next week, Godard's Weekend.
Fun fact: Star Delphine Seyrig later appeared in Le Rouge aux Lèvres, an arty lesbo vamp film about none other than Elizabeth Bathory [or as I like to call her, Julia Roberts]. Seyrig also has the best, most sinuous walk I've ever seen.
