On Risselada's Wall
I wanted to thank you again, Riss, for introducing me to Henry Fool. On a rewatch, I really want to say that it's one of the greatest American films I've ever seen. Within its runtime it encapsulates everything. Rise of genius and fall of mediocrity in an an Amadeus-like exchange, and the great tragedy of seeing what one might have been - I don't think there's much worse than being Salieri, capable of recognizing one's own failure. I wonder, what do you think of Fay Grim? I'm a bit scared to see what Hartley imagines Henry makes of himself after the film ends, because I have such a clear idea of it myself (that is, nothing - I find it a very sad film).