Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Speak To Me of Zyklon Humor

It is but rivulets of space which color our curves in this slide across the polished floor. Stockinged feet and echoes of the Misty Monster: these remain our precepts. My bent shall concern film here: both the high art of celluloid and what shall be defined and explored as hotel cinema.

I have watched two films from Lindsay Anderson in the past five days. If. . . with Malcolm McDowell and The Sporting Life starring Richard Harris and Rachel Roberts. Both attempt to meld the priggish and the brutal with a surfeit of male shower scenes.

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