Hynek Pallas

11Feb11

Yesterday: Saw Bruno Dumonts "Twentynine Palms" on a train. Reminded me of two things a) what an exceptional film maker Dumont is, and b) that some scenes can have quite a shocking effect on the person in the seat next to yours. Voluntary collective viewing in the cinema is certainly a different creature than the involuntary collective viewing on public transport that is so common these days. Can it be compared to talking too loudly on your cell phone about very private matters? Should I have said "Oh, sorry about that anal-rape-scene"?