Excellent as usual Paul. Laurence
We push ourselves so hard.
So that we may see beauty.
For me, it’s this.
Though I can barely hold my eyes open, I see it.
I see what Godard saw when he was just a lad.
A very mature film from Roberto Rossellini.
But by mature, we don’t mean sexual.
Actually, more nuanced than that.
A celebration of woman as human being.
A celebration of Ingrid Bergman as auteur.
Just as much as her husband, the director.
And it’s unlike any other film I’ve ever seen.
she fell in love with his genius.
The war trilogy.
We have talked about the great films.
Just after WWII.
Rome, Open City.
Germany, Year Zero.
[in not quite that order]
These are our English names.
But Journey to Italy is a weird feast of linguistic absurdity.
“…you shameless hussy”.
It’s like this…
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