Only 2 more days...
...until I am officially "allez aux vacances" and I am not sure, at this point, if I am even spelling that correctly or not. But anyway, I will be on vacation. I am so burnt out. I went into the living room a little while ago to give Mike a piece of paper he needed and he took one look at me and said, "Wow, what's the matter?"
"Nothing," I said. And it was true. I had 8 hours of sleep. I had breakfast, coffee. I am not sick -- technically, nothing was the matter, except that everything is the matter. It's just one of the phases of life where sleeping, eating, working out, even drinking coffee are simply not helping.
Truly, amigos, where would I be without movies? They are my salvation, my way of staving off utter and complete madness for as long as humanly possible. I also love books, but my eyesight not being all it once was, books become trickier. Unless, you know, it's Dr. Suess or something along those lines, in terrifically huge print...
This movie completely rescued me from the brink of the abyss this weekend. Nearly 4 hours, in glorious black & white no less, of Martin Scorsese reminding me of everything I used to love so much but had nearly forgotten about:
("Scorcese, with his narration giving a personal as well as a public context, shows extended clips of these movies. Films of Rossellini and De Sica fill part one; those of Visconti, Fellini, and Antonioni comprise part two. Scorsese takes time with emotion, style, staging, technique, political context, and cinematic influence.")
I am also a huge fan of the French New Wave directors from the mid-to-late 50s, that whole Cahiers du Cinema stuff. (Big surprise there, right?) Since I am ancient, I have been lucky enough to see so many of those films on actual movie screens in actual movie houses. Well, they were all art movie houses that showed old movies. I'm not ancient enough to have seen any of them when they were first released or anything. One of these days I should just re-watch all of them at once (on DVD) and completely let go of reality. Perhaps even forever! Just don't come back at all and live the remainder of my life in black & white French & Italian films from the 50s/early 60s. Can you imagine what my wardrobe would be like, though? Awesome. (And great Ray-Bans, too.)
Can't you just see me eternally stuck in the celluloid of Bob le Flambeur or Les Quatre Cents Coup or L'avventura, or even 8 1/2 for chrissakes? Or all of them at once? What a great way to spend eternity. I would so be okay with that.
However... on we go in glorious living color.
"Nothing," I said. And it was true. I had 8 hours of sleep. I had breakfast, coffee. I am not sick -- technically, nothing was the matter, except that everything is the matter. It's just one of the phases of life where sleeping, eating, working out, even drinking coffee are simply not helping.
Truly, amigos, where would I be without movies? They are my salvation, my way of staving off utter and complete madness for as long as humanly possible. I also love books, but my eyesight not being all it once was, books become trickier. Unless, you know, it's Dr. Suess or something along those lines, in terrifically huge print...
This movie completely rescued me from the brink of the abyss this weekend. Nearly 4 hours, in glorious black & white no less, of Martin Scorsese reminding me of everything I used to love so much but had nearly forgotten about:
("Scorcese, with his narration giving a personal as well as a public context, shows extended clips of these movies. Films of Rossellini and De Sica fill part one; those of Visconti, Fellini, and Antonioni comprise part two. Scorsese takes time with emotion, style, staging, technique, political context, and cinematic influence.")
I am also a huge fan of the French New Wave directors from the mid-to-late 50s, that whole Cahiers du Cinema stuff. (Big surprise there, right?) Since I am ancient, I have been lucky enough to see so many of those films on actual movie screens in actual movie houses. Well, they were all art movie houses that showed old movies. I'm not ancient enough to have seen any of them when they were first released or anything. One of these days I should just re-watch all of them at once (on DVD) and completely let go of reality. Perhaps even forever! Just don't come back at all and live the remainder of my life in black & white French & Italian films from the 50s/early 60s. Can you imagine what my wardrobe would be like, though? Awesome. (And great Ray-Bans, too.)
Can't you just see me eternally stuck in the celluloid of Bob le Flambeur or Les Quatre Cents Coup or L'avventura, or even 8 1/2 for chrissakes? Or all of them at once? What a great way to spend eternity. I would so be okay with that.
However... on we go in glorious living color.
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