I took a long time off.
Because the brain is delicate.
I have crammed so many facts into my noggin.
That a release valve was needed.
The escape of television.
Which is to say, I’m no better than anyone else.
In some ways, I’m no different.
And this film proves the point.
Courage for Every Day.
Except to the sublime.
But you must work at it.
You just haven’t earned it yet, baby.
It’s not buddy holly.
But it bops along with capitalist incursion.
This isn’t Evald Schorm’s best work, but it showed his range.
For a first film, it’s damned good.
But it’s slow.
Not like slow cinema.
More like plodding.
Plotting clumsy Ulysses.
When all I ever want is Finnegans Wake.
Former makes too much sense.
For a first FICTION film.
Largely failure for first 50%.
And then the sublime emerges.
We’re not on TV anymore.
We’re in the realm of cinema.
And it’s a huge difference.
Time…to stretch out.
A bunch of boring communist functionaries.
Up against the magic of the feral masses. Untamed.
Uneducated. But free, almost. Maybe.
Jana Brejchová just like Beth Behrs.
But there is heartbreak.
When she says, “Work it out for yourself.”
Something like that.
Human being lawnmower.
Morphs into Czech Breathless. Existential vacuum of Antonioni.
He can’t be a normal person.
Because of the cause.
All causes are insane.
Not to be confused with causal mechanism.
To be an idealist. Circumspect.
There is no life outside commerce. In the West.
We have lost.
But a sudden ray of hope…
Only defense against desperation.
Here I sit, over my Underwood.
Go talk to him…
He loves you.
Cook it and kill it!
Or vice versa.
At such a time that pulling rabbit from hat becomes the ultimate embarrassment.
Because ridicule has been wedged.
We are back to real films (if not standard criticism).
Can only be discussed in its own terms.
Ekphrasis 24/7. 8 day s week.
Rachel Corrie is my inspiration.
As said Giles Corey: “More weight!”
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Thanks Laurence! –Paul