02 September, 2010

Wild is the Wind



You touch me
I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me
All things to me
Don't you know you're life itself
Like a leaf clings to a tree
Oh my darling,
Cling to me
For we're creatures
of the wind
And wild is the wind

31 August, 2010

29 August, 2010

Amarcord



"I'm just a storyteller, and the cinema happens to be my medium. I like it because it recreates life in movement, enlarges it, enhances it, distills it. For me, it's far closer to the miraculous creation of life than, say, a painting or music or even literature. It's not just an art form; it's actually a new form of life, with its own rhythms, cadences, perspectives and transparencies. It's my way of telling a story."

Federico Fellini

19 August, 2010

Die Blechtrommel



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Spoorloos



"You start with an idea in your head, and you take a step, then a second. Soon, you realize you are up to your neck with something intense. But that doesn't matter. You keep at it for the sheer pleasure of it, for the pure satisfaction it might bring you, and that, my dear, can't be measured by miles."

18 August, 2010

17 August, 2010

El Topo



The mole digs tunnels under the earth, looking for the sun. Sometimes he gets to the surface. When he sees the sun, he is blinded

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14 August, 2010

A Scanner Darkly



"I'm supposed to act like they aren't here. Assuming there's a "they" at all. It may just be my imagination. Whatever it is that's watching, it's not human, unlike little dark eyed Donna. It doesn't ever blink. What does a scanner see? Into the head? Down into the heart? Does it see into me, into us? Clearly or darkly? I hope it sees clearly, because I can't any longer see into myself. I see only murk. I hope for everyone's sake the scanners do better. Because if the scanner sees only darkly, the way I do, then I'm cursed and cursed again. I'll only wind up dead this way, knowing very little, and getting that little fragment wrong too."

11 August, 2010