I wish I could convey in words the profundity and sublimity of this movie—you view it now on instant Nexflix—it will blow your mind, I think.
Quixotically laid bare, machinations and architectural wonders of factory and industrial port lead the eye in this singular story. Will the skies be forever soot filled, hands of labor twisted and gnarled, and poor always burdened? This Liverpool might. The simple joys were mighty and few in the dirty old town. Men of letters dispatched phrases that wrap culture and custom into silent cocoons of obedience and conformity. Just a few schillings would take in gatherings only the class masses consider. Ranks of royalty parade with absurd pomp and circumstance of self deluded duty. The city subjects attentive, adoring, subdued, and loyal crowded into the burgeoning bungalows of mortar, brick, and steel. They have to live somewhere. Work and weekends – football, steeple chasing, plenty pints of larger, and the lottery – ancient and lucky numbers never hit.
The cycle repeats endlessly. The circle will never be broken. The camera rolls on unencumbered. Captured pictures of a past show a same tomorrow. This is an awesome film. Like a ghost train, it will pass right through you having taken something for the ride.
http://www.laweekly.com/2009-01-29/film-tv/terence-davies-goes-home-again/
Marvelous. Davies should be directing more films.
All it takes is money. Other people’s money.
streetcar desire
Best Personal Doc I’ve Seen—all auteurs should see it