I remembered this great short film recently and I thought I would share it here.
I watched it years ago in college, and it still sticks out as one of the most haunting and unexpected things I’d ever seen.
Based on the short story by Ambrose Bierce, it begins as a man is about to get hanged.
An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge
It won at Cannes and at the Academy Awards in 1962.
Just great visual storytelling!
from Jaime Puente
Speaking of upcoming releases – what do you think about Baz Luhrmann’s Great Gatsby coming out next year?
To be honest, I’m not completely sold, though it looks plenty epic and glitzy.
Here’s the latest and greatest trailer:
My love for Terrence Malick is well documented.
I am so excited for his next film, TO THE WONDER. Looks gorgeous.
These are old, but I encountered them fairly recently:
Two nice essays on reading aloud (1
“Reading aloud recaptures the physicality of words. To read with your lungs and diaphragm, with your tongue and lips, is very different than reading with your eyes alone. The language becomes a part of the body, which is why there is always a curious tenderness, almost an erotic quality, in those 18th- and 19th-century literary scenes where a book is being read aloud in mixed company. The words are not mere words. They are the breath and mind, perhaps even the soul, of the person who is reading.”
“It might be useful to distinguish between pleasure and joy. But maybe everybody does this very easily, all the time, and only I am confused. A lot of people seem to feel that joy is only the most intense version of pleasure, arrived at by the same road—you simply have to go a little further down the track. That has not been my experience…
Occasionally the child, too, is a pleasure, though mostly she is a joy, which means in fact she gives us not much pleasure at all, but rather that strange mixture of terror, pain, and delight that I have come to recognize as joy, and now must find some way to live with daily. This is a new problem. Until quite recently I had known joy only five times in my life, perhaps six, and each time tried to forget it soon after it happened, out of the fear that the memory of it would dement and destroy everything else…”
Her essay on Joy.
It’s a good one.
“In the dog parlance,[howling] is their way of saying “I’m here or I’m lost, where are you?”
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