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Not many days left for me at this site, so might as well go out in a blaze of fantasy indulgence. My next couple of posts (assuming there are any) will be almost purely narcissistic—”so how is that any different from usual, Pat?”: good point, smartass—just lists of films I like, minus any fabricated reasons … which, truth be known, are only the after-the-fact emissions of subliminal engines playing, like the nonverbal eureka! that resolves itself in a sentence. Since the core belief, at least with this stuttering practitioner, is that movies are implicitly larger than the sum of their descriptive/analytic catalogs. Or at least these movies are.
1. THE TRAVELLING PLAYERS (pictured), Theo Angelopoulos, Greece, 1975 2. THE COLOR OF POMEGRANATES, Sergei Paradjanov, USSR, 1969 3. L’ARGENT, Marcel L’Herbier, France, 1928 4. GRAND ILLUSION, Jean Renoir, France, 1937 5. L’ECLISSE, Michelangelo Antonioni, Italy, 1961 6. THE SATIN SLIPPER, Manoel de Oliveira, Portugal, 1985 7. SUNRISE, F.W. Murnau, USA, 1927 8. A CANTERBURY TALE, Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger, UK, 1944 9. 11 X 14, James Benning, USA, 197710. PULP FICTION, Quentin Tarantino, USA, 1994 THE NIGHT OF THE HUNTER, Charles Laughton, USA, 1955
