Thursday, April 30, 2009
The Flaneuse
This afternoon I had the pleasure of watching my first Antonioni film - La notte. The best part of this film was something I was taught could never authentically exist - the female flaneur. But there she was, Jeanne Moreau. Her watchful eyes absorbed and processed everything that made Marcello Mastroianni squirm behind his childish ones. With a few simple words she made his weakness and vanity so clear. With one true human friendship she trumped his sad virile exploits.
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2 comments:
lenya,
please inform jophet of my whereabouts.
thank you,
zoe
ps. you have managed to see one of the only antonioni films i have never seen. i am deeply ashamed and plan to rectify the situation shortly.
done.
yes, you must put a stop to this antonioni fiasco immediately before it gets out of hand.
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