Monday, March 7th, 2005 | Film, Friends

Last year the universe lifted its leg and showered me with grief, this year, this very night in fact, it presented me with a vintage Laurel lamp with a brass finish and mushroom shade. Following up the elegant and challenging The Conformist of yesterday, Philip treated me to the Tony Randal/Janet Leigh/Roddy McDowall underwater pop extravaganza Hello Down There, a film about the creative activity between narrative spaces. Actually, freed from narrative space. I won’t bore you with the details, nor with the plot, neither of which stirs any significant memories or even metaphors, I’m left with a bobbing head and the tune “Glub glub” whistling through the now vacant space that was only yesterday a frenetic cave buzzing with the complex beautiful images of Bertolucci’s achievment, now pushed aside… only shadows…

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