The Thinker: Dénouement of Contemplation | moment of introspection | maturity and reflection | lesson learned, lesson discerned | unyielding pain | With a collective thought being:
"So this is how life is."
On the one hand I’m like “female villain displaying lesbian tendencies wow what is this 1950s pulp fiction?” but on the other hand I’m like female villain displaying lesbian tendencies.
Final images: The Sea.
Featuring: Pierrot le fou, Crossroads, My Night at Maud’s, The Yellow Sea, Papillon, Satyricon, Purple Noon (Plein Soleil), Russian Ark, Time Regained, and Méditerranée.
With particular affection for these final lines from Méditerranée:
"Nothing speaks any more.
Against all expectations,
an irresistible tide,
a more distant new beginning,
the movement, detached from itself,
now distributes the distances and roles…
on the other side,
it continues to weave its indefatigable function.
in the past,
While a light, a blinding awakening,
overwhelms and covers everything in silence,
where we are no more than a dot,
No one before Bernini had managed to make marble so carnal. In his nimble hands it would flatter and stream, quiver and sweat. His figures weep and shout, their torses twist and run, and arch themselves in spasms of intense sensation. He could, like an alchemist, change one material into another - marble into trees, leaves, hair, and, of course, flesh.
- Simon Schama’s Power of Art. Bernini
Underground | 1995 | dir. Emir Kusturica
"This story never ends."