July 13, 2008
The Films of Our Lives
I saw a movie recently in which an 80ish women has an unlikely photograph on her wall. It shows Anita Ekberg in the famous scene where she wades in the Trevi Fountain in Fellini’s “La Dolce Vita.” She tells her elderly boyfriend: “I looked exactly like her when I was young.” Maybe she did and maybe she didn’t, but the photograph struck a chord. I saw Fellini’s “La Dolce Vita” for the first time in London on the summer of 1962, in a little cinema on Piccadilly Square. I taught it a shot at a time at the University of Colorado at Boulder in 1972, and again in 1982, 1992 and 2002, give or take a year. I’ve seen it countless other times, but those ten-yearly screenings have helped me measure the inexorable progress of time.
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After the conversation about Joan of Arc the other day I watched Jodorowsky’s Holy Mountain which is always different than I remember it. Not in a good way, not in a bad way, just different. It has some of the most beautiful imagery, but more importantly, one of the nightmare sequences features an old man with lynx head breasts. Pretty sure those count as kitten tits.
Jodorowsky is . . . . [Pause. Wait for reeling head to slow and arrive at a full stop.] As spellbinding as he is embarrassing. Never will I forget multiple viewings of El Topo during its one-week run in Dallas, Texas in 1971.
Yes. Lynx-head breasts qualify as kitten tits, I am almost certain.
Jodorowsky has always made my head spin.
that’s a very adroit observation. embarrassing. I’m in San Diego on the beach, I’m flying home tonight. The beach hurts my eyes and I don’t know anyone.