August 21, 2009 / Filmwell
On celebrations and empty chairs at the table in three films: Still Walking, Summer Hours, and Rachel Getting Married.
March 7, 2012
Here I am hunched over another
impression of the brain with its wads
of flat batting and weird yarn, thinking how
can I read these films without a light board—
“Interpreting the Film” is a tragic poem about a different type of film, but a slight shift in the semantic domain of the word makes it applicable nonetheless. Perhaps there is another great metaphor for film in here somewhere: Good cinema is diagnostic.