So much to say and so few spaces allowed. Mozart Requiem is a great piece of music. . once. Constant traffic noise in the background. . or is it the wind ? Bird calls don’t reflect the habitat. Acting . . . “sigh” Photography surprisingly good. Sooooo long. Even half a bottle of wine didn’t help. But Such an interesting story. Responses to “him” fascinating. 1968 and this movie must have been significant. Love it.
Un film génial qui prend radicalement le parti de l'image au mépris de la constitution des personnages et de la fiction. A travers la critique de la société bourgeoise de Milan, Pasolini interroge notre rapport au désir et au mythe. Images inoubliables à la fin du père qui marche, nu, dans le désert et qui apparaît comme une figure à la fois christique et tragique.
How could we be the same after something (anything) shakes ourselves from feeling the emptiness of society? Theorem dialogues directly with living inside bourgeoisie, and the man without a name is only a starting device: if a theorem is an assumption needing a demonstration, the stranger only demonstrates a spark of life within the death of individualism to capitalism's mass numbness. Very quiet, yet very disturbing.
It really caught Terence Stamp at the peak of his beauty. Who could not fall for those baby blues? This is a guide to recognizing your saints. #1 he's that guy who fucks your entire family, including you. #2 she's that woman up there in the sky. It's the destruction of the bourgeoisie, by God!
Rewatch of a 35mm print. Pasolini's best film...so many things you could say about it. While I've always thought of it as being about the symbiosis between people and their ideologies and institutions (sex norms, religion, capitalism, art, etc...how people are not only victimized or 'seduced' by institutions but so much so that they can't function without them)...
"You've made me different by taking me from the natural order of things. (...) What will become of me from now on? The future will be like living with someone nothing to do with myself. Maybe I must probe the depths of this difference you have revealed, which is the innermost anguish of my being. But whether I desire it or not, won't this set me against everyone?"