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The Passion of Joan of Arc

I wish I hadn't seen it accompanied by an irksome, loudmouthed choral arrangement--I wish I had let the images themselves wash over me, let the juxtapositions alone shock me, drunk in the melodrama without musical cues. How radical, still: seconds before Joan's unjust desserts, a baby letting go of a mother's swollen breast to look at Joan, and then to go on drinking--mundanity of motherhood/masturbation of martyrdom